Living old cliches, love till dying days
Never have a care, everything we'll share

CHORUS:
   I want to believe in magic, I want to believe in flying so high,
   With wings made of wax, I take to the sky, Soaring on currents of love,
   Higher I'm drawn, till with Icarus' cries, I fall from the skies
   After the thrill is gone

Such a perfect pair, tempers never flare,
Flowers on the vine, withering in time, yet

CHORUS:
   I want to believe in magic, I want to believe in flying so high,
   With wings made of wax, I take to the sky, Soaring on currents of love,
   Higher I'm drawn, till with Icarus' cries, I fall from the skies
   After the thrill is gone
   After the thrill is gone 

Never understand, never like I planned
Passion in the start, turns ashen in my heart, but

CHORUS:
   I want to believe in magic, I want to believe in flying so high,
   With wings made of wax, I take to the sky, Soaring on currents of love,
   Higher I'm drawn, till with Icarus' cries, I fall from the skies
   After the thrill is gone
   After the thrill is gone 
   After the summit's the pain of the plummet, after the thrill is gone 

INSTRUMENTAL

CHORUS:
   I want to believe in magic, I want to believe in flying so high,
   With wings made of wax, I take to the sky, Soaring on currents of love,
   Higher I'm drawn, till with Icarus' cries, I fall from the skies
   After the thrill is gone
   After the thrill is gone 
   After the thrill is gone