We didn’t mean what we said
It was that Long Island talkin’ for me
I didn’t mean to hurt
So please don’t let me down

Cos if you blow
On my castle of cards I’ll have to count them all
And often the seven of gold gets lost

We didn’t mean what we said
But maybe we should talk about it, for good
Into the sacred smell
Of a dish of sea food

Cos if you blow
On my castle of cards I’ll have to count them all
And often the seven of gold gets lost

Cos if you blow
On my castle of cards I’ll have to count them all
And often the seven of gold gets lost

And if you walk
On the bits of my heart, it’ll be painful for me
And often the bits get slippery

Oh violin play for me….