Los chce ze mną grać w pokera, raz mi daje ...

 It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?

 You and me got a whole lot of history
So don’t let it go, we can make some more, we can live forever

 My shrink is telling me I got crazy dreams
She’s also saying I got low self-esteem

 Wrap your wings around my body

 It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

 And now I don't understand it
You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth

 And what’s ironic to me
The ones that don’t ever leave think that they know

 You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong

 Girl, I hope you’re sure, what you’re looking for,
As I’m not good at making promises

 First you gonna say you ain't runnin' game
Thinkin' I'm believing every word