Cards

Then right, you're at the time
You're running out your mouth
I'm calling you back to me

I watch your hands are
Slighter than the eye
And surely faster than me

But I held your face
And it acquainted with the slowdance of a stranger heart
Then you could know
Yet, how could you know?

And hold the sun within the
Feeling of the fall gets
Oh, the delicate show

And crowds cast a glance across the cards
They ask to be made fools of

But I held your face tonight
Acquainted it with the slowdance of a stranger heart
Then you could know
Yet, how could you?

And how are you to know
Is it when that begins, you crawl out of your skin if only to survive?
Becoming tired

And when I can see their glass eyes, It's laid-in on
Be waiting by the waterline

And their paper hearts—it's suicide
To cross the line—
A lover for the burning palms and breeze

And when I recall the promises
Of each of those rectangular faces—You know, you're so original, original... original...
You say "good—
...night"...

Then right, you're at the time
You're running out your mouth
I'm calling you back to—me...