Cards Out

What's that you're doing there?
All those sudden moves, I dare
Say "are you worse for wear?"
What is that you're doing there?

I'm talk, talk, talking to God
Behind a feeble facade
Oh where's the logic in any of that?
Oh, please
My cards are out there to see

What's that you're thinking now?
Why fuss about what's allowed?
The when, why, the where, the how
The endless checklists, you check out

I'm talk, talk, talking to God
Oh why don't you spare the rod?
Oh, where's the logic in any of that?
Oh, please
My cards are out there to see

It doesn't feel real

What's gonna matter then?
The end to end all of our ends?
What's gonna matter when?
It all goes sideways again?

I'm talk, talk, talking to God
Of course, he knows I'm a fraud
So where's the logic in any of that?
Oh, please
My cards are out there to see

I'm talk, talk, talking to God
Behind a feeble facade
Oh where's the logic in any of that?
Oh, please
My cards are out there to see



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Adams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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