Isn't it strange when there are days
That when all that was once going well
Has been washed out in the rain
The entry point that I desire
Leaves me still and broken
My mind can't take in this denial
This wrong road that I have chosen
This feeling of regret, but no cause.

                                                         ­    No regret. No cause.
                                                          ­  Don't waste my time.

                                                          ­                                          I'm not holding on to them anymore
                                                         ­                                     Yet the devil is chasing me back to them
                                                            ­                                   But the Dark One; the Queen of Spades
                                                          ­                                         Took the Ace's Heart and held onto it  
                                                         
  ­                                                        She spoke secrets to him
                                                       & told the lightest of lies too.

The Ace's Heart had then been pawned into
an Ace of Spades
                              the poor fool.
All of because of her glorious face
the Queen of Spades.
                                Oh how beautiful!

                                                     Now speak only in a whisper. . .
                                                           Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
                                                         ­         Yes.          Yes.
                                     ­                                      Yes.