Took my spells for a run, on a moonlit night, With the beams reflecting in your eyes; But when the sun came up and it's rays shone forth, I guess the magic faded away, Because you're not here, And you're not mine, And a million ifs stand in between
The speaker looks back on a night that felt enchanted. Under the moon, with light shining in someone's eyes, they "took my spells for a run," as if trying out a little magic on a possible romance. The night seems full of promise, and the tone is almost playful.
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