Only Numbers Know

A playing card metaphor.

Man got his woman,

in the house of spades,

loving each other yhh,

loving every day.

 

Clinging on to whatever they can hold to,

they know the tides are turning, times they can renew.

 

The Queen of cards is looking,

for what she cannot find,

she looking so hard yhh,

through the peoples minds.

 

Only numbers know

Only numbers know

Only numbers know

 

The jacks and kings are huddled

,amongst the black and reds.

the guillotine is sharpened yhh,

to cut off queenies head.

 

The mass of numbers creep up as far as they dare go,

mustn't be to quick now, mustn't be to slow.

 

Only numbers know

Only numbers know

Only numbers know

 

They creep up behind her,

take her by the neck,

march her to the guillotine,

wheres the power in the deck.

 

Only numbers know

Only numbers know

Only numbers know

The End

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