And so we exist So we do not And these times They are just passing They are not real They happen We pass through time As it happens
We never begin To play for time To play around To have nothing to play for To have nothing to lose To lose everything
The thing I never mentioned That defines my sense of death It is love It is love This is love Love lost in time's game of chance Love lost in time's game of chance Love lost in time's game of chance
