Last night I had a dream we were inseparably entwined
Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine
Held together, holding each other with no one else in mind

Like 2 atoms in a molecule inseparably combined

But then I woke from the dream to realise I was alone
A tragic event I must admit but let´s not be overblown
I´m not trying to write a love song just a sad, pathetic moan
Maybe I just need a change, maybe I just need a new cologne

So now I look at love like being stabbed in the heart
You torture each other from day to day and then one day you part
Most of the time it´s misery but there´s some joy at the start
Oh for that I´d say it´s worth it, just use a blade that´s short and sharp on me

I mean if love is just a game then how come it´s no fun
If love is just a game how come I´ve never won
I guess maybe it´s possible I might be playing it wrong
And that´s why every time I roll the dice I always come undone