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