For you I was a flame; love is a losing game.
Five story fire as you came; love is a losing game.
One I wish I never played; oh what a mess we made.
And now the final frame; love is a losing game.
Played out by the band; love is a losing hand.
More than I could stand; love is a losing hand.
Self professed, profound; 'till the chips were down.
Know you’re a gambling man; love is a losing hand.
Though I battle blind; love is a fate resigned.
Memories mar my mind; love is a fate resigned.
Over futile odds, and laughed at by the gods.
And now the final frame; love is a losing game.
