The Game

A sense of duty Was my one intention And an ugly beauty Was my own invention Pride a proud refusal And I refuse to need your approval Too many seekers Too few beacons But through the fog We'll keep on beaming Through the crying hours Of your glitter years All the living out Of your tinsel tears And the midnight trains I never made 'Cause I'd already Played... the game Everybody's Got their own good reason Why their favorite season Is their favorite season Winter winners And those summer sons Aren't good for everyone Aren't good for everyone Spring has sprung And autumn's well done So well done And it's a better thing That we do now Forgetting everything The whys and hows While you reminisce About the things you miss You won't be ready To kiss... goodbye The earth is a world The world is a ball A ball in a game With no rules at all And just as I wonder At the beauty of it all You go and drop it And it breaks and falls I'll never understand Why you thought I would Need to be reassured And be understood When I always knew That your bad's my good And I was ready Ready... to be loved Born under Mars With Jupiter rising Fallen from stars That lit my horizon I'll never understand Why you thought I would Need to be reassured And be understood When I always knew That your bad's my good And I was ready Ready... to be Through the crying hours Of your glitter years All the living out Of your tinsel tears And the midnight trains I never made 'Cause I'd already Played It's a better thing That we do now Forgetting everything The whys and hows While you reminisce About the things you miss You won't be ready To kiss... goodbye