“the beauty of the bridge you’re on”,
says the Gambler, “well you should try it twice -
as it’s best seen from the one”
and then he's pointing his cards at the unthrown dice
round and round and round we'd be like Buddhists failing at nirvana
if there are angels they forgot us in this game
some guy is screaming things in Czech, it's the cutest kind of drama
and Tyche isn’t there to take the blame
so we show our cards
hardly broken, broken hard
because a brezel’s shape, you see
is signalling eternity
stumbling though the shadows of the trees
a sip of water, will o’-the-wisp, we're on our knees
we've had another day of fat cats, and quite delightful water rats
stole the fire, were forgotten, in the name of god
and all that which was said and wasn’t said - no no not all too bad
indeed our livers bleed, our hearts are broken
hardly broken, broken hard
so we show our cards
hardly broken, broken hard/heart
