Chris Michaud · May 2, 2012
The Red & The Black

Oh in this war of heart versus head
Who really ever wins in the end?
We're all a part of the same machine
The circuits fried and the memory
Clean

Count me out I'm down
No hands to catch and save me now
Count me out I'm down
No hands to catch and save me now

Oh in this war of heart versus head
Do we pick up the pieces
Or just play dead?
We're all a part of the same machine
The wires crossed and the signal
Clean

So count me out I'm down
No hands to catch and save me now
Count me out love I'm down
No hands to catch and save me now

Oh in this time of turmoil and trouble
Dig yourself out from the rubble
Place your bets and let yourself go

Love it's a 50/50 chance
To unwind and find romance
Play red or play black

Count me in I'll play this hand
And if I fold I've tried my best

Oh in this war of heart versus head
Do you pull the trigger and call one dead
They're all a part of the same machine
Tensions flare and hands become clean -

Count us out we're down
No hands to come and save us now
Count us out we're down
No hands to come and save us
No hands to come and save us
Count us out we're down
No hands to come and save us now
Count us out we're down
No hands to come and save us
No hands to come and save us now

Count me out I'm down,
This war of heart versus head
I wish that somehow instead
Of parting ways and ending days
We could've taken it back
Could've taken it all back

In this endless pirouette
We cast ourselves to roulette
And when the ball stops
Do we just ---

 
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