Nylons - It's what they call magic

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