You lay down after the game, and looked up at the sky, My eyes avoided yours — afraid that they would cry, and looked away. I will never find relief from this pain, but if I must lose for you, believe me, I would do it a thousand times again. There are blunders you can’t recover from, you know, and chances offered by the last of the days. I will never find relief from this pain, but if I must lose for you, believe me, I would do it a thousand times again. Hope is the sweetest poison sipped through the beauty of a language unknown, your siren’s song slipping into my mind like water in a sinking ship. I will never find relief from this pain, but if I must lose for you, believe me, I would do it a thousand times again. Let me fall into your voice, like the moon into the tide, let me close my eyes and sleep, for no hand can hold the fleeing light, and nothing can prevent these waves from entering me. I will never find relief from this pain, but if I must lose for you, believe me, I would do it a thousand times again.
