Soldmate - Kingsfoil

Love,

like slot machines, you wait for green

but sometimes you spend it all just to get nothing,

you’re left cut,

your rope is frayed,

your heart betrayed and

you are left hiding all your love

away

What if your soul mate

is a sold mate

and all you thought you found

ends in a checkmate it’s too late

to turn your love around

what if your soul mate is a sold mate

Eyes open wide,

you should try

looking inside sometimes the hurt it hides

and creeps and slowly eats

away the weeks

and you are left wondering why your

confidence is only thin skin deep

What if your soul mate

is a sold mate

and all you thought you found

ends in a checkmate it’s too late

to turn your love around

what if your soul mate

is a sold mate,

what if your soul mate

has a different fate

Your heart it is stolen

by a love that was golden

in your eyes now you see nothing but black

your lungs they are burning,

from the words that we knew would never come

so we gotta carry on,

carry on

What if your soul mate

is a sold mate

and all you thought you found

ends in a checkmate

it’s too late

to turn your love around

what if your soul mate

is a sold mate,

what if your soul mate

has a different fate

If it is love,

if it is love given

then it is love never lost,

so get your heart

get your heart in it

cause it is love never lost