For seven weeks I've wondered,
and for seven weeks I've wept,
for all the things you promised me,
and promises I kept.
I have asked the holy oracles -
about your lack of reply,
and they are certain that you've left me,
though they are not certain why.

For three hours I held you,
and for three hours I knew -
this shining fire of prophecy -
was manifest in you.
I suppose I knew it transient -
when I gazed into your eyes,
and I was certain that you'd leave me,
though I was not certain why.

(Chorus)
And these are not your cards!
No, they cannot be your cards.
This overwhelming anguish.
These indecisive faces.
They cannot be your cards,
but they are all I have,
and I have read them with my very soul,
my very soul, my very soul,
and I have given them a place to sleep -
where my love for you still dwells.

In seven days I'll go there,
and for three days I will pray -
in the forest where I tasted you,
in the place where we did lay.
But if I do not see you -
where you know that I will be,
I will take your memory home with me,
and I will set my longing free.

(Chorus)
And these are not your cards!
No, they cannot be your cards.
This overwhelming anguish.
These indecisive faces.
They cannot be your cards,
but they are all I have,
and I have read them with my very soul,
my very soul, my very soul,
and I have given them a place to sleep -
where my love for you still dwells.

For seven weeks I've wondered,
and for seven weeks I've wept.