I've figured out the size of the miracles I need
To find the way, and turn it to smoke and mirrors once again
I've worked it out, the spells and tricks that always let me down
I hear that sound all around
You
Is it all my fault?
I've become raw and false, all at once
Santa Cruz gave me the reasons to believe
A clear misuse
But I feel Alvy in Annie Hall
And we're just going round and round Babylon
I'm done
You
Is it all my fault?
And when it comes time to realise if I'm dreaming
