Bendik A Game Of Tennis
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
