Late night conversations

All my cards, I give up

I never played the game

So you just make new rules

And you just make me shiver

You make me feel in love again

Disguising my reactions

Keep your cards close to your chest

All semblance of charm

I can't hold on, and I tell you everything

I tell you everything I never was

And we share a little guilt

But somehow I don't think

It's going to work out, Nastasya

I'm no Myshkin,

And I don't have the time

To be tormented again

Except by you.