I've figured out the size of the miracles I need To find the way, and turn it to smoke and mirrors once again I've worked it out, the spells and tricks that always let me down I hear that sound all around You Is it all my fault? I've become raw and false, all at once Santa Cruz gave me the reasons to believe A clear misuse But I feel Alvy in Annie Hall And we're just going round and round Babylon I'm done You Is it all my fault? And when it comes time to realise if I'm dreaming