Reshuffling cards on the sitting room floor,
A precious vignette – 6 seconds, no more.
Captured by luck,
On an ordinary day,
I press play and press play and press play.
I’m fascinated, by the way you can hear,
Each one of our laughs – you can match us up clearly.
Like you can pick out
A friend’s face in the crowd of the noise.
“It’s all gonna work out. D’you know how I know?’
‘Fate’s given me something too good to let go.’
So she’ll bring me back,
I know it for sure,
To the cards on the sitting room floor.