The Illusionist

Birds In Row

Compositor: Bart Hirigoyen

With my hands tied up
And my body sinking into the sea
I’ll still escape from this

Put me in a box
And then I disappear, I’m the illusionist

Beware of your pockets
I’m not the one who can be trusted

Just a pretender
What you are sure to see
What I give you to believe
A wall of smoke to hide the fact that
I don’t even believe in magic

But the important thing is to show people
Way more than you know
With a hand moving and good piece of plastic

I'll make you believe in anything
And I already love the image of myself you reflect
Every night of my life, I’m fake it seems I like it