Isn’t it about time our cards were on the table?
And isn’t it about time we learned to face the truth?
What are we going to do about this love that isn’t working?
What are we going to do now that the rain is through the roof?
This game has got to stop, throwing in the towel doesn’t help us out a lot
Words can be our wings or bring us crashing to the ground
Either way it’s time to put it right, to draw a line
Stop playing with my heart, telling me it’s ok when we both know that it’s not
It’s never going to be again
Now that we’ve made our bed, we can’t stay undercover
When all of the things we’ve said are shouting in the sheets
When are we going to wake up from this dream that’s now a nightmare?
What are we going to do now that we can’t afford to sleep?
This game has got to stop, throwing in the towel doesn’t help us out a lot
Words can be our wings or bring us crashing to the ground
Either way it’s time to put it right, to draw a line
Stop playing with my heart, telling me it’s ok when we both know that it’s not
It’s never going to be again
Mend these broken bones
Stop playing with my heart, telling me it’s ok when we both know that it’s not
It’s never going to be again
Fix this broken home
This game has got to stop, throwing in the towel doesn’t help us out a lot
Words can be our wings or bring us crashing to the ground
Either way it’s time, to put it right, to draw a line
Stop playing with my heart, telling me it’s ok when we both know that it’s not
It’s never going to be again
Fix this broken home

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