the nature of the game

fools run

where an angel fears to follow

we've come to a place no fool would go

sparks fly

and the truth rings harsh and hollow

it's the same old song

we've sung so long

it's the only dance we know

hard times

when the threads of love unravel

the arms stretch

but the hands don't ever meet

true love is a rocky road to travel

you better get out of the kitchen

if you cannot stand the heat

bad blood - hostile words get spoke in anger

caught up in a game where no one wins

our heads tend to disregard the dangers

while our hearts hang in the balance

and the wheel of fortune spins

why must every heart i trust desert me

why must it always end the same

fate deals the last one down and dirty

it's the hands you keep

that make you weep

but that's the nature of the game

cold eyes stare at you across the table

the stakes rise

with each moment you delay

hang tough

if you still believe you're able

or else play your hand

the best you can

and get yourself away

why does every heart

i trust desert me

why must it always end the same

fate deals the last one down and dirty

it's the hands you fold

that make you old

that's the nature of the game

it's the hands you fold

that make you old

but that's the nature of the game

it's the hands you fold

that make you old

that's the nature of the game