01 Tear - Jesca Hoop

I sat him down at the table, I pushed in his chair

I recorded the minute and hour that he sat down there

I gave him one golden apple and one lawful arrow

I said, «Show me how to win Solitaire, oh

Show me how to win Solitaire»

He studied the loaded figures, took one in each hand

He wept for the truth in symbols, the love of his man

He wrote in a hidden language and spelled the word «anguish»

I said, «Show me how to live through tomorrow»

He wrote, «Life is only borrowed»

He counts not, not, not one

Not, not one, one, one

Not one tear

Oh, to believe you now

He picked up the lawful arrow and he threw it away

He picked up the golden apple and he gave it to me

«I can show you love that’s fair, oh, a life that is bearable

So I’ll show you how to win Solitaire, oh

Show you how to win Solitaire»

He counts not, not, not one tear

Not, not one, not one tear

Not, not one, one, one, one

Not one tear