Tekstovi: Lawrence Tracy. The Cards.

Here's one from last August
That came out of the blue
Says summer's been a scorcher babe
And I'm still hot on you
There must be 25 or more
You signed them every one
Now I'm sitting in this lonely room
Wondering what went wrong
Oh the cards are on the table
Hallmark at it's best
Valentines and anniversaries
Forever yours and all the rest
I'm sortin' through these memories
Still searchin' for a clue
But now the cards are on the table
And he's holding you
The sun comes through the curtains
But I'm still in the dark
These cards that used to touch me
Are tearing me apart

I'm torn between tossing them away
Or back up on the shelf
Guess my poor heart don't want to play
The hand that it's been dealt
Oh the cards are on the table
Hallmark at it's best
Valentines and anniversaries
Forever yours and all the rest
I'm sortin' through these memories
Still searchin' for a clue
But now the cards are on the table
And he's holding you
I'm sortin' through these memories
Still searching for a clue
But now the cards are on the table
And he's holding you