Rules to Games

Lyrics

I can see that you're sick again, sick of November Sick of the city and sick of your hands Sick to death of the whole thing, sick of just waiting And all of the wanting, and all of your plans, you're sick of your plans You can see that I'm tired babe, tired of trying Tired of dancing that delicate line Tired of sleeping, tired of waking up In the grey of the morning that won't even shine, it won't even shine Is that me, is that you Arguing over rules To games we don't even want to play? Can we take it and leave it, make a pile of the heavy And all of the petty things we didn't mean Burn it to nothing, make love in the ashes Lie down in the river 'til it all runs clean Is that me, is that you Arguing over rules To games we don't even want to play?