Twenty past 8 on a friday night
Waiting for your call already for too long
Get a strange feeling somethings wrong
Close to 9 can't reach you on the phone
I go back out don't know where to go
Drive around have no clue
Until I her that voice of you
Tragical
Magical
Your spirit's speaking to me
Guiding me
Uplifting me
Your presence makes me see
I feel you close to me
Like never before
No time to cry
Not a moment to die
Solo
I feel no time
Just your spectral voice
It directs me until I see the sign
Of St. Vincent emergency
I stop by
On the sidewalk
Loud and clear
I can hear you talk
I run inside tell your name
You're in coma they explain
Hold your hand sit close to you
Your voice tell's me you get through
Tragical
Magical
Your spirit's speaking to me
Guiding me
Uplifting me
Your presence makes me see
I feel you close to me
Like never before
Soon you wake up
And I will love you more
Solo
Here I come
Keep talking to me
I feel you close
You will always be
It's tragic
But magic
I'm wiser now
And full of confidence
Tragical
Magical
Your spirit's speaking to me
Guiding me
Uplifting me
Your presence makes me see