Sleight of Hand Lyrics

It's pressure

It's a reckoning

It's giving in, and it's beckoning

You're calling me in for another round

With your winning smile, and your clever grin

And your deadbolt door, let's begin again

And it really doesn't mean

A thing

It's bending spoons and a trap door

It's counting cards and a mirror

And the hand is always faster than the eye

It's cables and a false floor

It's a helper in the crowd I see

And there's nothing in my hand

Nothing up my sleeve

Nothing up my sleeve

It's a game, and you're playing.

And I'm hearing what you're saying

And they're calling us in for another round

But what's in your hands isn't adding up

And it's just a game, and you're out of luck

And there's nothing in your hand that can get us out

It's bending spoons and a trap door

It's counting cards and a mirror

And the hand is always faster than the eye

It's cables and a false floor

It's a helper in the crowd I see

And there's nothing in my hand

Nothing up my sleeve

Nothing up my sleeve

Mercy comes in many forms

It can raise or low

Pick a card

Hold it in your mind

It's bending spoons and a trap door

It's counting cards and a mirror

And the hand is always faster than the eye

It's cables and a false floor

It's a helper in the crowd I see

And there's nothing in my hand

Nothing up my sleeve

Nothing up my sleeve