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'm rather 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.
