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Instruments:
Tanglewood 12-string guitar
Vintage fretless bass guitar
Alesis drums |
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Late at night you turn the light on; tell
me that you can’t sleep at all;
say you worry ‘bout the future, give a sigh and turn to
face the wall.
In the morning it’s forgotten;
you say you didn’t mean to cause a fuss;
if I try to ask you what’s the matter, it seems it’s
nothing much to do with us.
Playing games; playing games; that’s
all you ever seem to do;
playing games; playing games; so why do I still love you;
playing games.
When we go out for a meal together, you’ll smile and tell
me all about your day;
but suddenly you’ll say you aren’t hungry and leave
your dinner sitting on the plate.
Playing games; playing games; that’s
all you ever seem to do;
playing games; playing games; so why do I still love you;
playing games.
Guess I should be used to it by now;
after all we’ve been together years;
but I know your games will end somehow;
some day when you have faced up to your fears.
Playing games; playing games; that’s
all you ever seem to do;
playing games; playing games; so why do I still love you;
playing games.
And so it seems we’ll carry on together; pretending that
there’s nothing really wrong;
neither of us wants to face the moment; neither of us is that
strong.
Playing games; playing games; that’s
all you ever seem to do;
playing games; playing games; so why do I still love you;
playing games.
(©2002
Stewart Bowman) |