歌词：
Harum Procol Something Magic

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

You were the player and you played it cool I was the stranger and I played the fool you were the teacher and you were the best I was the seeker and I

space passing through time Travellers in haste Partners in crime Trace of a feeling Trace of regret Hard to remember Hard to forget Something uncovered Something

Into a great tree a small worm did go It wormed its way inwards and soon it did grow The tree was unhappy but what could it do? It stood there in silence

: 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