Rusted locks, timeless clocks
No forward path designed
With a focused theme things are what they seem
goals are then aligned
You sacrifice, give great advice, tell bullies where to go
Provacative, evocative, they hear and see you but they’re slow

I know we know they’re hard to show… your feelings…desires
and the dealer warns: “the winning card will keep on getting higher”

I’ve never known anyone who could love me like you do
As we live and breathe you really believe there’s nothing else to do
Immersed in all my memories, I’m alone with them a lot
It’s almost as if you’re always here, even when you’re not

I know you fall so hard and crawl in search of your desires
and the dealer mocks: “the winning card will keep on getting higher”

It’s your turn to draw the winning card
You…yeh you! can draw the winning card
You…yeh you! will draw the winning card

People speak of love in bright cliches
you want more than that
If the question is to leave or stay
You can go and still come back

If you hope to hear a wiser voice, listen to your own
There’s nobody else, no magic spell….
Just a truth you’ve always known

You…yeh you! have drawn the winning card
You…yeh you! now hold the winning card
You…yeh you! can play the winning card