Solitaire — текст песни (Dean Friedman)

By dean friedman







Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.

If the cats dont get em the winter wind will.

But I am a fool and I water them everyday.



Have some faith in whats-his-name

The deck is stacked but just the same,

Id 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 dont get us then the apathy will.

But I am a fool and I worship you everyday.



Have some faith in whats-his-name

The deck is stacked but just the same,

Id rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,

Than to win a round of solitaire.



Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that weve had our fill.

If the lies dont do it then the honesty will.

But I am a fool and I water you everyday.



Have some faith in whats-his-name

The deck is stacked but just the same,

Id rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,

Than to win a round of solitaire.