Lirama

The game of fifty two has begun with the cards he left for you
Rounding up so far, with a count of the aces in your hand
Five still floating down, curving round in obedience of gravity
Hope you'll snatch the one, and finally find a way to sort out this mess

refrain:
As a matter of a fact, you've been cooking up quite some tales for your taste
And there's certainly ways of drawing conclusion, but you'll never dare

refrain2:
This love you'll find will kill your rental heart. (2x)

Chances are you're late, gone too far to ever leave with a happy face
Tore them all apart in the name of a dullness you couldn't bare

refrain2 (5x)