Throbbing Gristle Distant Dreams (part Two)
And so we exist
So we do not
And these times
They are just passing
They are not real
They happen
We pass through time
As it happens
We never begin
To play for time
To play around
To have nothing to play for
To have nothing to lose
To lose everything
The thing I never mentioned
That defines my sense of death
It is love
It is love
This is love
Love lost in time's game of chance
Love lost in time's game of chance
Love lost in time's game of chance
