In time the new flame
Burns down your frail shame
And turns away
Just as sunlight
Begins to ignite
The card you play
Keep saying
Keep saying
And remind me
So I will not forget
And you'll understand
This painted land is real
Always worried
They'll see how you feel
And the colors mixed
In hands made out of clay
Always worried
They'll find out one day
Just as sunlight
Begins to ignite
The card you play
Lonesome your cold face
Sadly so commonplace
...Is everything