Testo Solitaire

Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping 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 feeling, waiting 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 or 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.