Smoke and Mirrors

Throughout the history of love, love, love There are unsolved mysteries of love, love, 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 ficticious But if love is just smoke and mirrors A trick that takes two volunteers Then love is still a magic act My dear Now you could read (you could read) Every book (every book) They ever wrote Say abracadabra or hocus pocus But what power do we have? And who knows the ways of the heart? You can't make it feel something Can't stop it from breaking apart You can call a miracle You can call a curse For some it gets better For some it only gets worse If love is just smoke and mirrors A trick that takes two volunteers Then love is still a magic act Yes, love is still a magic act Love is still a magic act Yes, love is still a magic act Mmm, my dear