Saturday, 8 December 2012

116. Poker


Feeling is love
If you feel nothing for girl
Whats the point in carrying on?

To stay depends
On my life of you
In insincere Recompense

Why do I love you
When all else dictates
That the world is held above you?

I'm a little soldier boy
Swept up on a sea of sand
Suns fall and rise
For want of a better hand

In this life made of poker.

Why don't you just see what is to come
My life is but another frozen, broken
Fallen home.

Home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home.

Days have passed since you've been gone
Go and pray to
Another God.

My mind is full of frozen memories.

To have and to hold
Is but a pipe dream now.
I wanted you for the gold.

Daydreaming believer,
And so I wanted to see yer.
The days drawn by are but a memory.

In this life made of poker.

Why don't you just see what is to come
My life is but another frozen, broken
Fallen home.

Home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home.

Dreams corrupted but never made
Why can't you just love me?
I can't love you, but a man needs a maid.

Dreaming dreams and dreams shall pass
The answers through the looking glass
What we create shall not be faded.

In this life made of poker.

Why don't you just see what is to come
My life is but another frozen, broken
Fallen home.

Home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home.

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