Go For Broke

Do you know what I'm thinking?
As clear as the day through a window
I draw the blinds and shut my eyes
Who knows
If I'm making myself small
A fraction of the whole
Strait-laced, poker face
[?] to the glass

Should we call it? Should we fold?
Or should we go for broke, for gold?
Should we call it? Cash it in?
Or should we make a break and get out of here?
Get out

Repeat what I heard
I closed my eyes and held my breath
A pair of vibrations
What I thought and what I felt
In the quietest place on Earth
A clashing pair of chords
What I feel and what I think
My [?] are out of sync

Should we call it? Should we fold?
Or should we go for broke, for gold?
Should we call it? Cash it in?
Or should we make a break and get out of here?
Get out

Should we call it? Should we fold?
Or should we go for broke, for gold?
Should we call it? Cash it in?
Or should we make a [?]
[?]