Love is a losing game.

Love Is A Losing Game. For you I was a flame, love is a losing game. Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game. ¿Why do I wish I never played? Oh, what a mess we made, and now the final frame, love is a losing game. Played out by the band, love is a losing hand, more than. I could stand, love is a losing hand. Self professed... profound, till the chips were down. Know you’re a gambling man, love is a losing hand. Though I’m rather blind, love is a fate resigned memories mar my mind. Love is a fate resigned, over futile odds, and laughed at by the gods. And now the final frame, love is a losing game.