Something Magic

In the centre of the storm something magic being born
When the world is torn apart by the beating of a heart
Like a dam about to burst
Like a drunkard's crazy thirst
In the centre of the storm something magic being born
It's the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll when the shadows come to mock against the ticking of the clock
When the demons of the night come like vultures for their bite
In the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll
It's the dawning of the day night-time's panic swept away
When the clouds which seemed so dark are exchanged for morning's lark
When the stars which burnt so bright are exchanged for morning light
In the dawning of the day
Nightime's panic swept away