The game

How much we tried, but how we hurt?
In this empty space in which we live
We'll not bend, we will not give
We're waging war while raising kids

It's so clear, but we can't see it
It's in the air that we're breathing
It's so near, yet we can't touch it
But it is here, and we love it
For life is good, and it's forever
It's in our blood, and our endeavor

Higher than the sky
Taller than a man can reach
And if we break up, we are not fit
These are the times in which we live
These are the times in which we live
These are the times in which we live

It's so clear, but we can't see it
It's in the air that we're breathing
It's so near, yet we can't touch it
But it is here, and we love it
For life is good, and it is special
I want more precious metal
It's not over, and it's not hopeful
For this is life and it's immortal



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Cunningham, Stephen Paul David Morris, Bernard Sumner, Gillian Lesley Gilbert, Thomas Louis Chapman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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