“the beauty of the bridge you’re on”, says the Gambler, “well you should try it twice - as it’s best seen from the one” and then he's pointing his cards at the unthrown dice

round and round and round we'd be like Buddhists failing at nirvana if there are angels they forgot us in this game some guy is screaming things in Czech, it's the cutest kind of drama and Tyche isn’t there to take the blame

so we show our cards hardly broken, broken hard

because a brezel’s shape, you see is signalling eternity stumbling though the shadows of the trees a sip of water, will o’-the-wisp, we're on our knees

we've had another day of fat cats, and quite delightful water rats stole the fire, were forgotten, in the name of god and all that which was said and wasn’t said - no no not all too bad indeed our livers bleed, our hearts are broken hardly broken, broken hard

so we show our cards hardly broken, broken hard/heart