Sleight Of Hand

Here I start another day

Standing up to what I pray

Here I sing another song

While the fear is growing strong

Don't know where I'm going

Among the people throwing

Flowers at my feet with no one giving it

Straight into my arms

When the trees are soughing sad

And the breeze is blowing cold

Make the most of what you've got

Sound the tears and paint them gold

Charm the lover off the cloud

Smell the magic left untold

Through the mist I see the light

Slowly fadng off my sigh

All I need is just a little sleight of hand

To take my head out of the sand

Again the sinking feeling

See the shadows stealing

Pickings of my childish faith in life

Straigt from my hands

When the trees...