Sri Lanka

can you hear me screaming so desperately
it's ok i'd lose anyway
thought it was right to fight with reason
i thought you were like that too
i can't throw stones into your windows
or drive my bus right into
your house of cards but it's so hard
to be dependent on you
winning the third half
it's hard to be wrong but even harder
to be right all by yourself
all you can do ist write me your funny letters
mr. mouth shut
all of my life it seems i have to
fight one and the same human being
all of my life it seems i have to
lead a fight i can never win
winning the third half
i may have bruised this heart of yours but i'm giving it back
so i go wayward to your tracks
sometimes i now that you're alone but you have to solve this on your own
pardon me for i have to say
that your paths have gone astray
pick up the pieces
why don't you pick up the pieces
shall i pick up the pieces, the pieces, the pieces
winning the third half
of the ugliest game on earth