Ada Vale - The Illusionist Lyrics

Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Pour the light into your head

Hold the book
Hold the knife
Hold the page up to the light

Pick a card, any card
See the animal in the dark

Smell the breath
Smell the fear
When he pulls you by the ears

Magic is a lonely word
A lonely reason to crush the bird
The trickster wrote it in his book
But say it aloud and he's gone

Lover is a magic word in a vanishing act
And he will never tell you what it means
But he will saw your woman in half

Don't look in the mirror when you say his name

Imagine a colour
Imagine a colour
White like a tiger, red like the sky

Imagine a colour
Imagine a colour
White like a fire, red like his mind