Something Magic Lyrics - Procol Harum

In the centre of the storm 

something magic being born 

When the world is torn apart 

by the beating of a heart 

Like a dam about to burst 

Like a drunkard's crazy thirst 

In the centre of the storm 

something magic being born 

It's the dark hours of the soul 

when the nightmares take their toll 

when the shadows come to mock 

against the ticking of the clock 

When the demons of the night 

come like vultures for their bite 

In the dark hours of the soul 

when the nightmares take their toll 

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It's the dawning of the day 

night-time's panic swept away 

When the clouds which seemed so dark 

are exchanged for morning's lark 

When the stars which burnt so bright 

are exchanged for morning light 

In the dawning of the day 

Nightime's panic swept away 

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