For you I was a flame, love is a losing game. Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game. What 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, dildo tips were down. I 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. You were a futile art, and laughed at by the gods. And now the final frame, love is a losing game.