It's What They Call Magic - The Nylons

The heart is not judged

By how much you love, but

By how much you’re loved by others

I’ll always remember the night that we met

Was it May or September, somehow I forget

We were taken surprise by the moon on the rise

And the stars in the skies matched the stars in our eyes

And then, oh, what a feeling

Taking our breath away

It’s what they call magic

The stuff dreams are made of

It’s comic and tragic

It’s heartbreak and true love

The world keeps on spinning

It spins like a wheel

Young hearts are burning

Yearning to feel the magic

Feel the magic

From New York to London

From Tokyo to Rome

Some things never change

Wherever you call home

The heart speaks a language

The ear cannot hear

But, to body and soul

The message is clear

It says dance to your heartbeat

Fly on the wings on love

It’s what they call magic

The stuff dreams are made of

It’s comic and tragic

It’s heartbreak and true love

The world keeps on spinning

It spins like a wheel

Young hearts are burning

Yearning to feel the magic

Feel the magic

The heart is not judged by how much you love

But by how much you’re loved by others

It’s what they call magic (repeat)