The magic behind magic
Isn't the illusion
It's that someone
Cared enough to
Create the illusion
For you
The real magic is all
Of the work that
Goes into making
Someone believe that
Magic is real

Love is a lot
Like magic
Two people build
A world
For themselves
And preserve it
At all costs
Together

We did not ask for
This room
Or this music
But because
we are here
Let us dance

I sent a man to
The electric chair
Awhile back
My arrest and
My testimony

The papers called it
"A crime of passion"
But he told me
There wasn't any
Passion to it
Said he'd been thinking
About killing someone
For as long as
He could remember

Said if they turned him out
He'd do it again
Said he knew
He was going to hell

I don't know what
To make of that
I wont push
My chips forward
And go out and meet
Something I don't understand

A man would have
To put his soul
At hazard

He'd have to say
"Ok, I'll be part of this world"

You know what I thought
When I was falling
Off that building and
I went into panic mode?
The last thing that
My stupid brain
Could come up with?
"Won't they be sorry"

You are all the things
That are wrong with you
It's not the alcohol
Or the drugs
It's you, alright?
It's. You.

The world
had to stop
For this victory
I'm joyus
I'm angry
I'm still angry
I want to bring black life
Into this world without
Us having to
Do this ****
I want us
To grow old,
Be unscathed,
Be unbothered,
And flourish

Loss is
a collaborative art
Between the people
Who leave us
And those
who remain
We dance with
the shadows
Of their absence