歌词
Seeking that perfect gold
So I could shine all the time
It kinda eases my soul
But that black spiral keeps coming back
Under attack
Panic attack
Under attack
I kinda lose the track
Oh, white magic's gone
Oh, white magic's gone
Oh, white magic's gone
Lalalala la lala
Was lost in myself
I don't recall again
There's almost nothing left
But serene souvenirs in vain
There's nothing I could do
Excepting living through
There's nothing I could do
The comfort of the blues
Oh, white magic's gone
Oh, white magic's gone
Oh, white magic
White magic's gone, all alone
The serene souvenirs long gone
White magic's gone, all alone
The serene memories long gone
White magic's gone all alone
The serene souvenirs long gone
White magic's gone, all alone
The serene memories long gone
White magic's gone, all alone
The serene souvenirs long gone
White magic's gone, all alone