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 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 soiree 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 soiree 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 soiree fantastique