Oftentimes, we would seem to find him

In those vintage leather brands

There was something built into his brain

That he could not stand

In the fall, when the approach of the tide

Would fill the bay

We'd escape in the worn-out yellow

Seats, he'd often say

There's magic in waves

I've been breaking for days

Your blue will often crash my grey

Peter

Give me just enough to believe

And we'd stay for thе matinee, downtown

The one-screen show (yeah, you lovе cave diving?)

Halfway through the murder scene

He'd turn to me and go

There's magic in films

I'll be fading until

These pictures in my head stay still

Peter

I moved out to the lights

Left him to man his own fight

Though his magic is gone

Sometimes he'll leave a sign in the dawn

And give me

Give me just enough to believe

(Peter)

(Peter)

(Peter)

(Peter)

(Peter)

(Peter)

(Peter)