Crossing Hearts/Cutting Threads

Talk to me babe you know I'll listen
Talk to me babe you know I care..............

Will is this 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 one's watching
Tell me what it's like when no one's there

Crossing hearts and cutting threads
Crossing hearts and cutting threads

Tell me what it;s like when no one's watching
Tell me what it's like when no one's there
Tell me what it;s like when no one's watching
Tell me what it's like because I still care