With clubs we build the foundation
With diamonds we buy the tools
With clovers we decorate our garden
The heart is where it all starts

But the wind just blows it away
The aged hands shakes it all to nothing
The colors red and black separates us all

Give me a reason to rebuild
Give me a reason to pick up the pieces
Give me a reason to keep going

Be the Queen to my castle...
Let me be your King...

For at the end...its the joker that gets the last laugh...
And the rules mean nothing...