Soireé Fantastique
Alan Parsons
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 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
To all of the locks that were holding me
Now all their illusions fall away
In your touch I find the piece
To restore what was torn and now I'm complete
I finally found the light of day
In this 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
To all of the locks that were holding me
Now all their illusions fall away
In your touch I find the piece
To restore what was torn and now I'm complete
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique
In your touch I find the piece
To restore what was torn and now I'm complete
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique
