Texty: Amy Speace. Songs For Bright Streets. Not The Heartless Kind.

What if I stacked the cards, hid the ace next to my heart
Playing out the game with a steady-handed art
What if I left the closet open, skeletons and all
Invited in the press, leaving you to take the fall?

What if I scratched below the surface enough to open up the bricks
Decades of desertion too eroded for a fix
What if I did all the things I swore I'd never do
Just to get me off the hook and leave the blame with you

I built this house with my own hands
I can tear it down crush these bricks to sand
You sat there on the sofa as the roof fell from the sky
I could leave you in the rubble but I'm not the Heartless Kind
What if I broke all of the mirrors just to hide my fears
Used the broken glass to wipe away my tears?
Then I'd leave you with the furniture, the photos in the frames
All I'd take in my bag is this mess that I made

Chorus
So I'll prop up the destruction, tidy up before I go
Put away the cards but leave an ace in the hole
I will pack up all the memories, the ones faded and blue
Seal them in the boxes that I moved in here with you
And maybe we'll unpack them, put things back in their place
When broken love is mended by a whole lot of grace

Chorus

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)