Turn over the cards, what do you see?
Two hearts, lay on the deck waiting to be, restarted,
Can't you walk over,
to where she stands,
Your cold shoulder, won't show your hand.

It's always this nothing to me,
You don't need anyone why don't you see that you must, just
Try

There's always a but,
with you you know
she's tired

You planted the thoughts,
But won't let them grow
Your garden's
Grown older,
Cold will come,
When you hold her, and she's gone

If there's no going back there at all,
Tied to a summit with nowhere to fall 
Oh you just, must
Try

Cold watrers flow, down over
She knows it, you can't show it