Lyrics

Consider your hand
It don't hang around
For your heels to follow your head
When a bird in the hand
Is worth ten of these sirens you'll tread
Your system is flawed
It's a circular course
It's feeding you back on yourself
Where the start is the end
And the end is a space on the shelf
Then I'll be your ghost
And follow this road
Til it yields some kind of light
But a fork in the road
And I'm taking the easy way out
It's a glimmer of home
But I'm taking the easy road
We're taking the easy road
You're taking the easy road out
You've gotta choose
Choose a hand
Or you will lose
Lose yourself
You've gotta choose
Choose a hand
Before you lose
Lose your mind
If fiction were fact
And this deck wasn't stacked
Full of queens with jokers for kings
Would the deal look sublime
And be hanging like fruit in your mind
But truth is a light
And it's blacker than night
When you tell me that everything's fine
Cos the end is the end
And it's burning a hole in this line
Yeah the end is the end
And it's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole in my mind
Choose
Choose a hand
Or you will lose
Lose yourself
You've gotta choose
Choose a hand
Before you lose
Lose your mind
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole
It's burning a hole in my mind
Written by: Neil Thomas
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