Tell him of the revolution
Tell him of the heads that roll
You've been causing much polution
In reaching for a hand that's cold, a hand that's cold
Tell me did you take the wager
Now your sins are down on paper
All your exploits on display
Would you really rather fall than save
Does it really have to stay depraved
It's not that you don't lose
Don't lose
It's not that you don't lose
It's not that you don't lose
Turn your head over gently
Waiting for that ledge to fall
You've been taking liberties far to long now
In reaching for a hand that's cold
A hand that's cold
Writing of you're conquests
Yearning for the unrest
Searching for that perfect low
You're making this a contest
We're waiting on that sunset
Bringing all tomorrow's goals, tomorrow's goals
It's not that you don't lose
It's not that you don't lose
When I tell you nothing it means something, something
When I tell you something it means nothing, nothing
And when i tell you nothing it means something, something
When nothing means the game is through
The game is through
It's not that you don't lose
It's not that you don't lose
It's not that you don't lose
It's not that you don't lose
Not that you
It's not that you don't lose, it ain't big news, that the game is through, the game is through