I stood my ground but you said I spoke too soon
You talked me down, and now we’re standing here among the ruins
You figured out how to split a one-man show
I had my doubts, but you swore you’d turn into a hero
I want to believe, I want to believe
This last illusion’s gonna succeed
I want to believe, I want to believe
But there’s nothing up your sleeve
I should have listened to myself
I should have put this on the shelf
You should have been somebody else
But maybe the cards have something to say
Maybe the cards have something to say
You wave your hands and swear you’re gonna make it rain
You draw me in, but you’re just an amateur magician
Why should I believe a single word you say?
Outlook’s hazy if the past is any indication
I want to believe, I want to believe
This last illusion’s gonna succeed
I want to believe, I want to believe
But there’s nothing up your sleeve
Copyright 2016 Maggie Wing (BMI)