Lyrics:

By Dean Friedman
Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill
If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will
But I am a fool and I water them everyday
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear
Than to win a round of Solitaire
Both of us drink from a fountain of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill
If the doubts don't get us then the apathy will
But I am a fool and I worship you everyday
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear
Than to win a round of Solitaire
Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that we've had our fill
If the lies don't do it then the honesty will
But I am a fool and I water you everyday
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear
Than to win a round of Solitaire