House of Cards

House of cards

Just because he wins, it doesn't make him right
The only thing it means, is that he knows how to play
I linger in my bed when they've had a fight
I don't have any words of comfort anyway

The lightest breeze could make us fall apart
There's a storm inside this house of cards

Not a single thought is shared or understood
They're banging with their heads hard against a wall
I wonder what is worse; knowing half the truth
or knowing far too much of nothing at all?

The lightest breeze could make us fall apart
There's a storm inside this house of cards

If he thinks her behaviour is weird
she can surely despise the way he's holding his beer
and the way that he talks
when he knows that the children could hear...

The lightest breeze could make us fall apart
There's a storm inside this house of cards



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