Can't help but stare at your hand in my hand
We both know it's a risky game
At least one of us will get hurt in the end
Who's to blame, who's to blame
Can't keep on messing with your head
And my head
Neither can I keep quiet instead
Same old story, just not the one I've read
What a shame, what a shame
Can't help but dream of your face, your grace
Might as well be a moth to a flame
Better let go or there'll be no hiding place
Can't be tamed, can't be tamed
Can't keep on looking down on the phone all day
Shuffling the words you wish you could say
Nothing you'd do would make them all go away
What a shame, what a shame
Can't stand ourselves having to play charades
All the while wanting them to break
One card flips and it shows the ace of spades
I can't fake, I can't fake
Nothing would ease this ever-growing pain
A fruitless yearning remains the same
In another universe we shall meet again
What a shame, what a shame