By dean friedman







Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.

If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will.

But i am a fool and i water them everyday.



Have some faith in what's-his-name

The deck is stacked but just the same,

I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,

Than to win a round of solitaire.



Both of us drink from a fountain of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill.

If the doubts don't get us then the apathy will.

But i am a fool and i worship you everyday.



Have some faith in what's-his-name

The deck is stacked but just the same,

I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,

Than to win a round of solitaire.



Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that we've had our fill.

If the lies don't do it then the honesty will.

But i am a fool and i water you everyday.



Have some faith in what's-his-name

The deck is stacked but just the same,

I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,

Than to win a round of solitaire.