smoke and mirrors

This was the first song I wrote on the keyboard rather than guitar -
funny how using a different instrument changes things.

You can play your games all day and far into the night;
I won’t scold or criticise; won’t put up a fight.
You may kick me when I’m down and play me for a fool;
I won’t raise my hand to you even though you’re cruel.

But it’s all smoke and mirrors when all’s said and done;
you can take back your blindfold but you’ve nowhere to run.

On the day that we first met, I thought you were so nice,
but I was wrong and realise you have a heart of ice.
Behind your eyes of baby blue there lies a scheming mind
that sets a trap for innocence; the purest you can find.

But it’s all smoke and mirrors when all’s said and done;
you can take back your blindfold but you’ve nowhere to run.

If only you could see yourself; a bitter, twisted soul,
then maybe you would stop the games and find another role.
It’s only pity keeps me here; I’ve nothing else to do
but sit and watch as shadows fall across the face of you.

But it’s all smoke and mirrors when all’s said and done;
you can take back your blindfold but you’ve nowhere to run.

(©2001 Stewart Bowman)