I can break out of handcuffs
Pull a rose out of my front pocket
Dazzle you with a sky of doves
And pull a card with your name across it
And I can make even the boldest lie sound like the prettiest truth
Oh, have I got a magic show for you
Put your heart in this wooden box
You can be my lovely volunteer
Watch as I pull the knife across
As the crowd stands to cheer
My dear just
Promise me you won't look too close
At the blood on the floor when I'm through
Oh, have I got a magic show for you?
I am explosions
And hidden doors
Abracadabras and metaphors
Oh, love
At least you can say that I'm yours
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can break out of handcuffs
Pull a rose out of my front pocket
Dazzle you with a sky of doves
Pull a card with your name across it
'Til you awake one day to find
Someone that you barely knew
Oh, have I got a magic show?
Oh, got a magic show
Oh, have I got a magic show for you?
