Shuffling Cards (In Limbo)

Would-be Lyrics: Five steps, for’ard then back. Dressed up— Colors in your hands, Scatter to the wind— All your thoughts run out to the sand, Stowed away— Drowning in the bleach of yesterday’s, Twisted design. - With all the things you need to say, You choose to hide— Away from prying eyes your knots don’t fray, Shuff’ling Cards— In a darkened room; the walls fade, Until they’ve broken— The smell of sweet perfume upon your lips. Don’t stop.