Текст The Alan Parsons Project – Soireé Fantastique

And now a trick that is done with mirrors
To exist and not to be alive
I’m the man who has disappeared
In his own eyes

In your kiss I find the key
To all of the locks that were holding me
Now all their illusions fall away
In your touch I find the piece
To restore what was torn and now I’m complete
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique

Now you see me, now you don’t
Says the man I used to be
Behold a levitation made of hope
Rising up to set me free

In your kiss I find the key
To all of the locks that were holding me
Now all their illusions fall away
In your touch I find the piece
To restore what was torn and now I’m complete
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique

In your touch I find the piece
To restore what was torn and now I’m complete
I finally found the light of day
In this soirée fantastique