from the songs album Dean Freidman
By dean friedman
Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.
If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will.
But i am a fool and i water them everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,
Than to win a round of solitaire.
Both of us drink from a fountain of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill.
If the doubts don't get us then the apathy will.
But i am a fool and i worship you everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,
Than to win a round of solitaire.
Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that we've had our fill.
If the lies don't do it then the honesty will.
But i am a fool and i water you everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,
Than to win a round of solitaire.
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