Lyrics A Hard Game - Jordan Reyne

Hey over there – can you spare me what you've got
I'll play what you want to hear – happy or sad. Frozen hands or not
No I'm not from round here, people always ask that question
Please, if you stop and stare
Share at least your good suggestions
Oh there are so many lives to run away from
So won't you tell me how to make something of my own

It's a loaded game, you can't take or leave
Hard hard, you've got to be
Hope and faith: vanities
Hard hard, and you tell me
How do the lonely see
Hard hard, I just step away
You with your insight – does it keep you warm? Does it pacify?
Hard hard, oh

And for what it's worth, it's an iron lung
Hard hard, but it will help you breathe
You'll fit or sink, my dear
Hard hard - there is no other way
Responsibility hard hard and it will stay
You with your frail light. You're a factory job, if you work it right
Hard hard oh

It's a loaded gun, but it's up to you
Far far be it from me to say
Use it as best you can
Cos you get one shot
It can go either way
Hard hard, oh