There Is Magic In These Walls

There is magic in these walls
It's snowing in the field behind my house
And it's the middle of July
There is something to be said
About the movement of my bed
Like a magic carpet ride

Don't say it's just his imagination
Result of his isolation
I heard he doesn't play with other kids

There is magic in these walls
I heard a dog bark down the hall
But Duke's been dead for years
There is something to be said
About the spinning of my head
While my body is standing still

Don't say it's just his imagination
Result of his situation
I heard his father is in jail

Don't say it's just his imagination
Result of his intoxication
I heard he's been mixing pills with gin

There is magic in these walls
It's snowing in the field behind my house
And it's the middle of July



Credits
Writer(s): Marty Finkel
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