I've never tasted such sweet tragedy
In a kiss.
How long can I keep running back to you
Like this?

Your the one I wanted
For all time.
But you're losing the rhythm
I'm losing the rhyme.

We keep running
But we're losing the race.
I know you can't deal
With coming in second place.

The bad times
They're coming.
They're gaining up on us
We're losing the race, my darling.