Lyrics

When he’s with her
The whole world’s a stranger
Everyone else is just so much paper
Prettying up the walls

When they’re together
His wicked past is put on a hanger
Her sad regrets are folded and placed
In a dresser drawer

Between the sparkle in her laughter
And the fire in his eyes
With all their caution cast into the wind
They’ve come courting a disaster
Of a monumental size
To play the game that no one ever wins
Let the games begin

When he’s with her
The music and the waiters
Sound distant and flat as the paper
Prettying up the walls

If he could make her
She’d stay there forever
She’d never down that drink
Grab her things
And walk on out the door

Words & Music by Tom Adams
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