I think it's my friend
Or is it a thief
You ain't been discreet
This ain't a new theme
Mistakes crack open the fruit
I birthed a thousand trees
I can’t see who’s hiding in the weeds
I think he’s my friend, he could be a thief
You ain’t being discrete
I'm out on the street again
Heaven is an island that's not far away from here
Right behind both of my eyelids, in between both of my ears
Natural forces keep on smiling, casting spells made out of tears
A charming man who goes the distance, tries to be a puppeteer
Tries to control every motion, has to always interfere
Baby let it go, let it go
Once in a lifetime, it’s radical
Sparks fly, irrational
Watch it all burn to the floor, irrational
Don't let it go if you think you have it
Don’t let it go, hold it with a passion
Smoke and mirrors got you looking at distractions
Even though it’s got you hoping that it’s magic
I'm under a spell, with tunnel visions
Nobody to help these superstitions
It's hard to tell, nobody listens
I can’t see who’s hiding in the weeds
I think he’s my friend, he could be a thief
You ain’t being discrete
I'm out on the street again
Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
Once in a lifetime, it’s radical
Sparks fly, irrational
Watch it all burn to the floor, irrational
Don't let it go if you think you have it
Don’t let it go, hold it with a passion
Smoke and mirrors got you looking at distractions
Even though it’s got you hoping that it's magic
