For you I was a flame, love is a losing game. Five storey fire, as you came, love is a losing game. Now it was more than I can stand, love is a losing game. Played out by the bands,love is a losing game. Self professed, profound. Until the chips are lowered down, I know you’re a gambling man. Love is a losing hand. Over futile odds, and we’re laughed at by the love is losing game. Well, the memories they mar my mind, love is a fate resigned. Love.. is a losing game.
Throw me in bed.