Crossing Hearts / Cutting Threads

Talk to me babe you know I'll listen Talk to me babe you know I care... Will is this bullet, want is the gun Shame is the bandit and the cop that he runs from The rebound, the trip - turns into a skip Over a stone, a tree, a cloud, falling... From checkers to chess, wishlist to guest A game is a game is a game, I guess You can read yourself wise, yet in the living go blind To stones and trees, and clouds, falling Tell me what it's like when no one's watching Tell me what it's like when no one's there Crossing hearts and cutting threads Crossing hearts and cutting threads Tell me what it; s like when no one's watching Tell me what it's like when no one's there Tell me what it; s like when no one's watching Tell me what it's like because I still care