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...