Soiree Fantastique
And now a trick that is done with mirrors
To exist and not to be alive
I'm the man who has disappeared
In his own eyes
And if you've come to watch my sleight of hand
You can look, but never see
Misdirection is not being lost
When doubt is all that you believe
In your kiss I find the key (in your kiss I find the key)
To all of the locks that were holding me (to all of the locks that were holding me)
Now all their illusions fall away (now all their illusions fall away)
In your touch I find the piece (in your touch I find the piece)
To restore what was torn and now I'm complete (to restore what was torn and now I'm complete)
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique (soirée fantastique)
Now you see me, now you don't
Says the man I used to be
Behold a levitation made of hope
Rising up to set me free
In your kiss I find the key (in your kiss I find the key)
To all of the locks that were holding me (to all of the locks that were holding me)
Now all their illusions fall away (now all their illusions fall away)
In your touch I find the piece (in your touch I find the piece)
To restore what was torn and now I'm complete (to restore what was torn and now I'm complete)
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique (soirée fantastique)
In your touch I find the piece (in your touch I find the piece)
To restore what was torn and now I'm complete (to restore what was torn and now I'm complete)
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique (soirée fantastique, soirée fantastique, soirée fantastique)
Autor(es): Alan Parsons, Douglas Powell, Todd Cooper, Tom Brooks
