The tournament hall stands empty, The games are over. No one knows where we’re heading, Where will you go? Where will I go? I thought you’d run out of moves, my Queen — and once again you’d be mine. The sea kisses these stones in the echoing chamber of the night. And the dark wave will swallow memories and thoughts — what will become of us? The sea kisses these stones in the echoing chamber of the night. And the dark wave will swallow our thoughts — what will become of us? Your nails can scratch, but your lips can’t love. I thought you’d run out of moves, my Queen — and once again you’d be mine. The tournament hall stands empty, The games are over. No one knows where we’re heading, Where will you go...
