Crossing Hearts/Cutting Threads - Wendy McNeill

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