Hey, Hey. Whatcha know?
None of us has much to show
in either of the hands the dealer dealt.
Say to me you know it best.
Corrected by the chips at rest.
A toast to the full house we’ve packed to death.
Sorry sir, your time is passing quickly.
In a hurry hushed and no one’s listening.
You smell the blood.
You are the shark lurkin’ ‘round these darker parts.
Leave us floating in the deepest leagues.
Sand-castles made of mortar fall.
Your teeth chip like a wrecking ball.
Anchored, sinking; oh God, I can’t breathe.
Bridges burn until you fall into a valley less of land.
Taken back that the match is in your hands?
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you a lesser man.
And I was once in love with a golden gorge; a silver stone.
I alone, the river run right through to be thrown in a stock.
Oh, you’ll show the flock how it feels to be head-over-heels for a rock.
And I’ll stay out of town to keep my end of the bargain.
And if a wave can break you down, could a sound make you crack?