When all the cards shuffle,
And hearts are then spades
The best days are gone
With the incoming grey
I'm pushing on the wall pushing me
So unfair, so short
Was the white-hot harmony
You just can't do this to me
Is it the terror or the trees,
Frozen, sharp, and stripped of their leaves,
That is ******* the madness into me?
Five more minutes, mother nature please
I'll curl up fitfully
Clutching my shorts and ticket stubs
Waiting for my babies to wake me up
When again it all reads
100 degrees