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