The tower burning to the ground
The wheel of fortune has stopped
spinning around
The lovers once were free,
but now their necks are bound
Theses cups and pentacles are all that I have left of you now
In the language you adore,
there is no symbol to define our life before
Cut and shuffle,
rearrange the cards some more
Maybe the answer's in our stars,
you only see what you look for
Change and darkness won’t you be my friend?
Have faith love will lead us back again
To ourselves