Don’t make me worry
About the words
When I tire myself from sleep
Don’t place your weakness aside
When the tide is low
And the cards are ready

You’ve got love
And I feel empty

Take all your finest things
And build a fire
That builds until the sky is orange
This doesn’t have to be hard
When the time is come
And we can’t stop giving

You’ve got love
And I feel empty

Caught in the sky
Soft like a flower
Screaming for joy
Grasping for air
We hold the cards
Deep in our pockets
Marching for choice
Reaching for change