Magic man said “You know my dear You are living inside a dream Believing the things I do Are what they seem Life is a trick that runs too quick For a volunteer from the crowd The volunteers only see What’s been allowed”
The players practice to deceive With paper flowers none perceive Disappearing down the top hat corridors
Art and illusion The magic show won’t let you go
Magicians rehearse Their sleights of hand They slip money bags up their sleeves They saw you in half And then they turn to leave Tricks of the trade The ball games played By the jugglers centre stage Carefully handed down from age to age Conclusions made conclusions leapt Impressions lost and overstepped Shadows hide the truth With nobody the wiser
Art and illusion The magic show won’t let you go
They’re only trying to tell your lies Trying to make you compromise To leave reality completely up to them