Your hand in my hand

Like brothers and sisters

Like a son and a man

Through magical lands

With beasts and demons

And fairies around

Often we were lost

And often we were found

Fairies around

But fields are getting cold

And black, and bare

And the magical lands

Slowly disappear

Purple skies

Are turning to grey

And the smile on your face

Vanishes away

Vanishes away

Vanishes away

Vanishes away

Hustlers and traitors

Were hanging around

But still we could find

Some magic around

Through our own words

And sweet nights

The sky was not purple

But our ceiling bright

Sweet nights

Sweet nights

Sweet nights

Sweet nights

Sweet nights

And I know

In some magical land

Your soul is wandering

Waiting for mine