I wake up to the TV sports
I see two players on a court
There's Miss Chance on the one side
There's me on the other side
There are two players on the court
And the ball goes back and forth
It's full speed across the court
It seems to be able to
Avoid the net like it's supposed to do
The ball goes back and forth
Elegant clothes that are drenched in spit and
sweat
Bloodstains and dirt on the racket, on the net
Each smash we send is a rusty needle
That cuts our eyes and makes us feeble
Whatever happened to the bright splendour of a
game of tennis?
How long will this game go on?
The game of interrogation
Until my heart walks away on it's own
Until my body is stiff as a stone
That's how long, that's how long