an ordinary magic

we turn our words into the correct spell
no one can doubt our glory or our glamour
the bucket only knows what's in the well

the gold's no longer hidden in the shell
truth is now uttered without any stammer
we turn our words into the correct spell

beyond the moment we may feel the swell
as all the ages cry out in one clamour
the bucket only knows what's in the well

what we don't know no one might now compel
neither from honest folk nor any shammer
we turn our words into the correct spell

what's not concrete will have the time to jell
before it's set in place by force of rammer
the bucket only knows what's in the well

so much to do and so much more to tell
in proper language and complex grammar
we turn our words into the correct spell
the bucket only knows what's in the well