Dean Friedman Solitaire
Potted plants hangin' down from the ceilin' Creepin' 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 feelin' Waitin' 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 of 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
