Last night I had a dream we were inseparably entwined Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine Held together, holding each other with no one else in mind Like 2 atoms in a molecule inseparably combined But then I woke from the dream to realise I was alone A tragic event I must admit but let's not be overblown I'm not trying to write a love song just a sad, pathetic moan Maybe I just need a change, maybe I just need a new cologne Now I look at love like being stabbed in the heart You torture each other from day to day and then one day you part Most of the time it's misery but there's some joy at the start Oh for that I'd say it's worth it, just use a blade that's short and sharp on me And if love is just a game then how come it's no fun If love is just a game how come I've never won I guess maybe it's possible I might be playing it wrong And that's why every time I roll the dice I always come undone