World of the Blind

You come to me to read your fate, You never see the stage I make. The ball, the smoke, the candlelight, It's all a show, my dear, tonight. I don't read cards, my sweet, my dear, I read you like an open mirror. Oh, how you cling to every line, You search my eyes for some sure sign, Of hopes you hide, of fears you keep, You hand your will to me so cheap. I take your money, take it glad, It's not the truth that makes you sad, You pay for your own unease, Your doubt, my dear, is what I seize. You trust in me, not in yourself, Your faith is sitting on my shelf. You're looking for what isn't there, While I just play my part with flair. So thank you, darling, you and yours, You keep me dancing on these floors. I play it calm, I play it neat, In this blind world beneath my feet. I take your money, take it glad, It's not the truth that makes you sad, You pay for your own unease, Your doubt, my dear, is what I seize. You trust in me, not in yourself, Your faith is sitting on my shelf.