I'm trying to think I won't lose anything by trying
to flip everything on you and maybe letting you go.
I don't know what is it with me, who am I fooling.
My urges consume me and it's starting to hurt.
I don't tell myself lies.
I know it's not a matter of luck.
I'll count the cards,
you'll see mine.
The table is cold.
Understand that I only want a wasted night.
I'll leave you again tomorrow.
Why do we keep playing dice
when we know this is loaded for you?
Why do we keep playing cards
when we know you have an ace up your sleeve?
Why do we live dancing this tango
if I fall on the floor without finishing it?
You're my new vice.
Everything you say seems innocent
and I don't understand what you want to play.
But as the house never loses when it comes with you,
the trap of your hands seduces me into gambling.
I don't tell myself lies.
I know it's not a matter of luck.
I'll count the cards,
you'll see mine.
The table is cold.
Understand that I only want a wasted night.
I'll leave you again tomorrow.
Why do we keep playing dice
when we know this is loaded for you?
Why do we keep playing cards
when we know you have an ace up your sleeve?
Why do we live dancing this tango
if I fall on the floor without finishing it?
You're my new vice.
You're my new vice.
If everything goes so far away.
(Nothing's coming back, nothing's coming back...)
And I have nothing for you to miss.
(Nothing's coming back, nothing's coming back...)
I admit I'm always waiting.
(Nothing's coming back, nothing's coming back...)
Though knowing it's already too late.
(Nothing's coming back, nothing's coming back...)
Why do we keep playing dice
when we know this is loaded for you?
Why do we keep playing cards
when we know you have an ace up your sleeve?
Why do we live dancing this tango
if I fall on the floor without finishing it?
You're my new vice.
You're my new vice.
You're, you're my new, my new vice.
(Nothing's coming back, nothing's coming back...)
You're my new vice.
(Nothing's coming back, nothing's coming back...)
You're my new vice.