The games are over Yet we are still dancing in the moonshine. Where are you going to go now, my love? We will exhaust our moves. My nails scratch, but my lips can’t love. Never again you’ll be mine. The sea is kissing the shore as we enter the echoing chambers of the night. The games are over, yet we are still dancing in the moonshine. Where are you going to go now, my love? Let these dark waves embrace our bodies— let them swallow our souls. We will exhaust our moves. My nails scratch, but my lips can’t love. Never again you’ll be mine.
