The Illusionist
Your love is like a high wire
one trip and it's eternal fire
they'll pay a heavy price to see a little misery
In the cold light of the moon
they'll bend me like a silver spoon
until there's nothing left to see of the real me
How could I let you go when you're all that I know
and they tell me I'm dreaming
but from where I stand you seem so real, so real
they'll show me on a thousand screens
beheaded at the guillotine
it's a moment of ecstasy for all the family
and when everyone's had their thrill
they'll bury me upon the hill
it's a lesson anyone can learn, just wait your turn
here we are again, in the lion's den
and they tell me I'm dreaming
but from where I stand you seem so real, so real
Writer/s: Samuel Laurence Berridge
