It could be love, it could be hate
Isn't it all the same, emotions in a bell jar stuck in this game we call life.
You show your hand
Cards laid down on a weather worn table, he knows your name
But do you dare to ask his.
The sands of time have shifted
Your heart is on your sleeve flapping in the wind, does she see the pain in your eyes, or does she simply look away.
Evergreen sorrows mare your soul
The sands of time have shifted
You've left your footprints in the snow
Can you take back the words that fell from your mouth and crashed into the floor.
The sands of time have shifted
Your cards lay askew on the weather worn table
Your heart is left blowing in the wind.
