Feeling blue,
Miles above you, the silver screen,
To reach out and touch you.
And in the dark of the back row,
This is the place where young lovers go,
When they want to be alone.
Perfection has never crossed my lips,
But is there any way to describe it when two movie stars kiss?

There's magic in the air.
There's magic in the air.
There's magic in the air.

North of the city,
On the quiet, quiet road,
I find myself dreaming of days long ago.
And that lonely, lonely theater,
Where the tragic movies play,
He didn't find out that he loved her till she'd already gone away.

But they know that nothing lasts forever.
We should be grateful for the time we have together.

But is that enough to keep me from crying?
But is that enough to keep me from lying awake at night?