Letra de Cards

Then right, you're at the time
You're running out your mouth
I'm—calling you back to me
I watch your hands are
Slighter than the eye and
Surely faster than me
But I held your face
And it acquainted with the slow-
Dance of a stranger heart
Then you could know
Yet, how could you know?
And hold the sun within the
Feeling of the fall gets
Oh, the delicate show
And crowds cast a glance across the cards
They ask to be made fools of
But I held your face tonight
Acquainted with the slow-
Dance of a stranger heart
Then you could know
Yet, how could you?
And how are you to know
Is it when that begins
You crawl out of your skin
If only to survive
Becoming tired
And when I can see
Their glass eyes
It's laid-in on
Be waiting by the waterline
And their paper hearts—it's suicide
To cross the line
A lover for the burning palms
And breeze
And when I recall the promises
Of each of those
Rectangular faces—You know, you're so
Original... original... original...
You say good—
...night
Then right, you're at the time
You're running out your mouth
I'm— calling you
Back to
Me...