Miracle On 8th Street - American Music Club, Mark Eitzel

Come on, let’s waste another thousand years

Sitting around your kitchen table

We’ll turn the brandy into beer

Later they’ll say, «What a miracle»

You say all you need is a right position

'Cause nothing in this world helps you to see

You say that you never do it Unless someone gives it to you for free

You say I never listen to you

Well you’re right about that

But I thought that I love you

More than that

I know you’re strong enough to live

In a world where all the magic’s gone

I watch your hands tremble, you reach for another sip

Now all your luck is gone

Look at the moon, ain’t it pretty at night?

Don’t look away, give it a chance for once

In it’s own way it’s just alive as any of us In any way it’s where you face

You say I never listen to you

Well, you’re right about that

But I thought that I love you

More than that