Sometimes we're singing and the words won't rhyme?
Cause we don't mean these things we sing?
I'll still be waiting for another day?
When you feel it too, but it's a game we play?
And I've tried to tell you for a long, long time?
That games aren't played where love is made?
And I grow so weary of this masquerade?
I'd like to hide my head and slip away?
From this never ending game that we play?
It's a never ending game?
Going round and round, round and round and round?
Sometimes I'll see you with a blind man's eyes?
They never borrow or repay?
And I never speak it in the light of day?
But don't you feel it too in the game we play?
And it's a never ending game?
Going round and round, round and round?
And round round and round (repeated to fade)?