The silence in this room has a funny ring to it
And I'm not so skilled at holding my tongue
But I'll do the best I can
That old magazine I should of thrown out
Lingers read right below the tv
And I focus on it while I hope you admit
That maybe it's you in the red
So the cards fall where I thought that they would
Pretend I didn't see it coming
That I didn't see it coming
Like watching a merry-go-round and being shocked
That there's horses running
That there's horses running
Wind keeps blowing smoke through the trees
They'll be going up soon
They'll be going up
And I can't help it just watching it bleed
We'll be going up soon
We'll be going up
I study the tiles in my favorite kitchen
Listening to lies I shouldn't christen
Clock you as unaware but maybe that the lesson
Learning to let someone else be wrong
And I climb the stairs past the frames and the promise of
Bending like a palm in the store
Retrace my history of letting everything rest it seems
I've run out of compassion
So the cards fall where I thought that they would
Pretend I didn't see it coming
That I didn't see it coming
Like watching a merry-go-round and being shocked
That there's horses running
That there's horses running
Wind keeps blowing smoke through the trees
They'll be going up soon
They'll be going up
And I can't help it just watching it bleed
We'll be going up soon
We'll be going up
Wind keeps blowing smoke through the trees
They'll be going up soon
They'll be going up
And I can't help it just watching it bleed
We'll be going up soon
We'll be going up