Crossing Hearts/ Cutting Threads

talk to me babe you know i´ll listen
talk to me babe you know i care............

will is the bullet, want is the gun
shame is the bandit and the cop that he runs from
the rebound the trip, turns into a skip
over a stone , a tree, a cloud,  falling...

from checkers to chess, wishlist to guest
a game is a game is a game, i guess
you can read yourself wise, yet in the living go blind
to stones and trees, and clouds, falling...

tell me what it´s like when no ones watching
tell me what it´s like when no ones there

crossing hearts and cutting threads
crossing hearts and cutting threads

tell me what it like when no ones watching
tell me what it´s like when no ones there
tell me what it´s like when no ones watching
tell me what it´s like because i still care.