Lletres: Toad The Wet Sprocket. Pale. She Cried.

Solitaire, such a fateful game
She turns her cards
And writes her name on the napkin

Now she turns another card
She dreams about the house and romance
He promised but won't deliver

She waits alone
With dried out hopes
And dormant phone

She waits for years
And fantasies melt
New ones appear
But they won't help

And again she catches him
Eye pulls away
With light too dim

She calls his name and runs around
But he was faster
All alone in a bad part of town

She waits again
With dried out hopes
And things she made for him

A little ride, a little fun was all
He held her tight
Got tired and then let go

Got the strain on her heart
She believed a lying black heart
Painted with promises
Then he left her on the floor
With only the mirror to curse

Should have known better
Should have known better
Should have known

How she cried
How she cried
How she cried
How she cried
How she cried

How she cried
How she cried
How she cried
How she cried

What can you say to her
This time it's much too late

How she cried
How she cried
How she cried
How she cried

How she cried
How she cried
How she cried
How she cried