It's only hocus-pocus, a little sleight of hand
All the props apply well, the laughter is kind
It's really rather foolish, yeah, I know it's a cliché
But this isn't a novel, I'm not writing a screenplay, writing a screenplay
Every time you leave me, my heart tightens like a fist
We didn't go to the gig, but we were on the ghost list
It's really rather foolish, yeah, I know it's a cliché
But this isn't a novel, I'm not writing a screenplay
But if I did, the poster would have your name on it
Cos you've got what it takes, you'd be wearing a bonnet
By the brand of the Missouri Brakes
The Missouri Brakes
It's only hocus-pocus, a little sleight of hand
All the props apply well, the laughter is kind
I saw the dawn light turn you a kind of deathly white
It pried me open like a door, I walked into the night
I saw the dawn light turn you a kind of ghostly white
It pried me open like a door, you look just like you used to look before