Brent Walsh
Hearts and Spades
[Verse 1]
With a knock, knock and my eyes come open
I light a match and orange fills the room
The candlelight dancing off the walls
And the movement's enough to wake her up
The men are outside with their torches
I hear the hooves of the horses I must lead
Would you fill up this flask with your moonshine?
I'll need it to keep myself warm through this snowy storm
[Verse 2]
And hide your tears while my sights are out the door
It's hard enough to leave for a war I don't believe
Would you fill up this gun with melted soldiers?
It's the hand-made bullets that saved for the ring you wear
And I'll be wearing mine through the war cries
I won't let them tear it from my hands
The waiting is over, the waiting is over
And I tell her as I go that
[Chorus]
"I'm coming back"
But I may not be coming back
Promise me you won't forget this
But promise me you shall not dwell
I'm coming back
I may not be coming back
Take the letters off the dresser
And fill the void with hearts and spades
[Breakdown]
Oh, the outside air is cold
You can see your breath for miles and miles
And, miles and miles and miles
Oh, heading north to war, to war
[Verse 3]
Dreams take me back to the home I grew up in
Take me back to that little house on the hill
'Cause in there we felt alive
We didn't care about the territory or the long story, no
Take me back, take me back to the day we met
Playing cards with the girl right down the road
Joking that the jack saw too much
You be hearts and I'll be spades
[Chorus]
I'm coming back
But I may not be coming back
Promise me you won't forget this
But promise me you shall not dwell
I'm coming back
I may not be coming back
Take the letters off the dresser
And fill the void with hearts and spades
[Bridge]
Dear love, I write you with a heavy heart
With this pen, I lie to you, lie to you
With this pen, I lie to you, lie to you
With this pen, I lie to you, lie to you
These letters are a lie
[Spoken]
Past the snow, past the fields, past the hills
We finally see the enemy we so greatly feared
The image of 900 men lining the horizon
This is where my letters end
[Bridge]
Ride with me, ride with me
Don't mistake their war cries for lullabies
Ride with me, die with me
Their fortune means our fate
Hold the line, hold the line
This will be the ground with which their bodies lie
Hold the line, force the fight
We'll never be the same
[Chorus]
Coming back
But I may not be coming back
Promise me you won't forget this
But promise me you shall not dwell
I'm coming back
I may not be coming back
Take the letters off the dresser
Fill the void with hearts and spades
[Outro]
Life runs its cycle, life runs its cycle
And we're all apart of it
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