And so we existnSo we do notnAnd these timesnThey are just passingnThey are not realnThey happennWe pass through timenAs it happensnnWe never beginnTo play for timenTo play aroundnTo have nothing to play fornTo have nothing to losenTo lose everythingnnThe thing I never mentionednThat defines my sense of deathnIt is lovenIt is lovenThis is lovenLove lost in time's game of chancenLove lost in time's game of chancenLove lost in time's game of chance