With the best of intentions
At sevens and sixes
A shake of the hand
Turns to whispers and kisses
And promises bloody and raw
Get easier just to ignore
So you look for the light
In the darkest of places
Where the decks are all marked
And the smiles are like razors
And your faith weighs you down like a debt
That nobody wants to collect
Oh you try to remember the fall
Oh it was something and nothing at all
And those feelings slip by
In quicksilver flashes
But a flick of the wrist
And it's ashes to ashes
Cause God's in the details tonight
But it doesn't make anything right
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