(a scenario based on the song wicked game by chris isaak)
every time i listen to this song,
i travel through every region.
it makes me cry, feeling sad,
hearing about how they behaved.
it's like taking part in a game of chess,
you're the wining side and i'm motionless.
you always chase the king
when i'm silently drinking.
then the water changes into spirit
and i see everything so vivid.
i never thought to be in love with you
would break my heart into two.
i'm for you a blanket in summer,
liking me is such a rumour.
not ready my life to defend,
every second i must pretend.
as the song changes to next verse
i have yet another soul to tense.
she plays cards and owns the ace,
with them she covers her face.
i'd give up my money just to see,
but her cards is all she needs.
i took scissors to tear them apart,
now she finds my broken heart.
the last few seconds glow shadows
all the cards left she borrows.
it cut my heart deeply, it's crazy
that the centre is a leafless daisy.
finish with the tone of guitar,
the morning killed the last star.
my poor daisy killed me too,
surviving's no meaning without you.
