No smoke
No mirrors
Just the quiet truth of you
Standing in the doorway
Like a question I already answered
With my whole chest
No sleight of hand
No vanishing act
No pulling promises from a hat
Only to watch them flutter away
I want the kind of love
That doesn’t need applause
To feel real
Let it be bare faced
Let it be unpolished
Let it be two hands reaching
Because they want to
Not because the script demands it
If you stay
Stay without illusion
If you go
Go without disappearing in smoke
I’m done with the kind of love
That dazzles only in the dark
Give me the light
The whole untricked thing
Where nothing is hidden
And everything is true