In the hush of an abandoned saloon,
he played the only game that never changed.
No cards, no rules, just the quiet
and what it held.
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Lyrics
He never says his name
and no one dares to ask
He sits where chairs forget themselves
at the table past the past
The deck was blank
The rules were none
He bet on silence
and the silence won
A hush fell like velvet
over eyelids made of sand
He dealt no cards,
but something moved
like music through a hand
A woman with no throat
began to hum
A clock without a number
struck zero-one
He whispered not a single thing
and still they heard him clear
The ones who knew the game was rigged
but showed up every year
The dealer bled a shade of blue
not found in any sky
and all the chips were memories
that no one dared to buy
A child made of rusted bells
laughed backwards from the door
A raven blinked, and in its eye
a chapel, and a war
The gambler placed no final bid
just touched the table’s grain
and in that quiet
every loser
won exactly
what they gave
Now he’s gone
but not quite vanished—
you’ll find him if you try
In that moment
right before you speak
and wonder
why.
About this song
A quiet figure with no name plays a game without rules and wins by saying nothing.
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