House Of Cards

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Composed and arranged by Steve Kirk

Lyrics

The world is melodrome

Fool for thought

Whatever spell she had

Fell to not a word

To be heard

 

Evidence was a style withheld

Once, in a way of legaldom foretold

Born of shadows ‘cross the field

 

Take one feathered look-

What was the sight of her song in the marrow?

Another gaze, sapped of strength and

All too undone- in display, cast away

Each card to the ground and told all,

All was gone

 

The world is melodrome

Oh, food once thought

Whatever sell she had

Fell to not a word

To be heard