Throughout the history of love There are unsolved mysteries of love Like where does it come from And where does it go 'Cause now you see it And now you don't Like that trick where they saw somebody in half Or perform levitation with no strings attached It's easy to doubt, or become suspicious To look for the flaws, to call it fictitious But if love is just smoke and mirrors Or a trick that takes two volunteers Then love is still a magic act, my dear You could read every book they ever wrote Say 'abracadabra' and 'hocus pocus' But what power do we have Who knows the ways of the heart You can't make it feel something Can't stop it from breaking apart You can call it a miracle You can call it a curse For some it gets better For some it only gets worse But if love is just smoke and mirrors Or a trick that takes two volunteers Then love is still a magic act, my dear