The Dealer

A heart's days of love are wasted away When it beats along to reruns of the scars in your brain Inject into your bloodstream all the colors on your phone But if you're not careful, baby, it'll turn your heart to stone And I never meant to call you an angel I never meant to put that on your plate If you can't tell by the songs or the words that I say I hope you feel my love through the cards that I play Cus, baby, I'm a dealer, I outrun the ace and eights I'm headlights on the highway rolling down the interstate But I swear I've got no jokers, no tricks left up my sleeve Just keep us in the darkness and off the grand marquee And I never meant to call you an angel I never meant to put that on your plate If you can't tell by the songs or the words that I say I hope you feel my love through the cards that I play I never meant to call you an angel I never meant to put that on your plate If you can't tell by the songs or the words that I say I hope you feel my love through the cards that I play