Dont Make me worry about the Words When I tire myself from my sleep Don’t place your weakness aside When the tide is low and the cards are ready
You’ve got love and I feel empty
Take all your finest things and build a fire That burns until the sky is the mornin This Doesn’t have to be hard When The time has come and we can stop giving
You’ve got love and I feel empty
Caught in the sky, Soft like a flower Screaming for joy, Grasping for air We hold the cards, Tape pen our pockets Marching for choice, Reaching for change
