Sleight Of Time - Cassandra Wilson

He holds the mirror to my soul

A beautiful mystery

He is too young

I am too old

Yet we fit perfectly

How could you feel

Emotions I could never reveal

Sleight of hand or of sleight of time

Tell me why can’t he be mine

Am I a pawn in someone’s game

And some grand illusion

Sent here to taunt him without shame

Causing confusion

How could he know

I had nothing, nowhere else to go

Sleight of hand or sleight of time

Tell me why can’t he be mine

I cried a river of regret

Indulged in misery

Why long for something I can’t get

When I get it eventually

How could he see

That our love was always meant to be

Sleight of hand or sleight of time

Tell me why can’t he be mine

Why can’t he be mine

Why can’t he be …