The first time we met outside of work, this can't be a date I dared you to get fat with me thse kinds of things have no name When it was clear that we weren't gaining weight just hints of what could be we moved on to another game Watch there's no difference if I win or lose each piece I watch your face betraying every move while I it's so impossible to concentrate.... catch your queen when every game ends with a stalest mate We built our love on a black and white chessboard and for six whole months stirred cocoa with tongue swords If you build your love on a black and white chessboard then there's a very good chance that you'll always be at war So from all these games on all these dates a Castleton extrapolates a tempo set - the speed of chess, and secrecy in everything we do And it leads to a war or falls to peace I don't think we should cut retreat This Sunday game of sparring hearts is waking up my sleeping parts If you build your love on a black and white chessboard then there's a very good chance that you'll always be at war Yes we built our love on a black and white chessboard as we stirred hot cocoa with six-month-long tongue swords Then one day I came to see him painting the walls when we ran out of things to say we grappled our way down the hall covered in war paint Our lips crushed like armies under the rule of love-consumed enemies Our clothes fell liken thrones to the coup of our shaking hands the game was thrown when we moved out of battle stance We fell to the floor in the throes of our war dance