Standing on this balcony
Looking down what does she see
Is she actually seeing me
Or some unachievable fantasy
Who is it that she does fantasize
In her eyes am I a second prize
If she told me, would I be surprised
If only she could look inside
Who is it that she is fantasize
In her eyes am I a second prize
If she told me, would I be surprised
If only she could look inside
Constant winds of change
Are blown through here today
I know you will re-arrange
No thought of come what may
I know we are playing hard
So far in this tragic game
You may hold the final card
But you will also stay the same
You know that I want to commit
But so far, I've been bad at it
How can we call it relationship
When our views are so against it
So I whiplash smile down at you
We are ending this much is true
I cease to ponder on opportune
In this tragic games fortune
Constant winds of change
Are blown through here today
I know you will re-arrange
No thought of come what may
I know we are playing hard
So far in this tragic game
You may hold the final card
But you will also stay the same
You know that I want to commit
But so far, I've been bad at it
How can we call it relationship
When our views are so against it
So I whiplash smile down at you
We are ending this much is true
I cease to ponder on opportune
In this tragic games fortune
In this tragic games fortune