Throughout the history of love
There are unsolved mysteries of love
Like where does it come from
And where does it go
'Cause now you see it
And now you don't
Like that trick where they saw somebody in half
Or perform levitation with no strings attached
It's easy to doubt, or become suspicious
To look for the flaws, to call it fictitious
But if love is just smoke and mirrors
Or a trick that takes two volunteers
Then love is still a magic act, my dear
You could read every book they ever wrote
Say 'abracadabra' and 'hocus pocus'
But what power do we have
Who knows the ways of the heart
You can't make it feel something
Can't stop it from breaking apart
You can call it a miracle
You can call it a curse
For some it gets better
For some it only gets worse
But if love is just smoke and mirrors
Or a trick that takes two volunteers
Then love is still a magic act, my dear
