The dawn will break down when you wake up,
Because you spilled it all on last night's floor.
Now it's time to clean up, pick up your cards.
It's the change of hands and the guilt of the change.

It could only drive you away because you know you need
The space,
And besides it's an easy getaway.
You were not what you've become,
Your hands were cold but your eyes were warm.
Now trouble's words are on your tongue