You're on your own don't back out
You count the cards you're still in luck
An endless moment of silence
You're arms are cold you're still awake
The singing dawn about to break
You've burned the midnight oil
In the moment we win
In the moment we lose
Everyone is so lost
You hope this all is not in vain
Give all your heart come out the same
A semi-posthumous greeting
Should you turn yourself around
Nobody's voice is left to hound
Your humming thoughts are repeating
In the moment we win
In the moment we lose
Everyone of us is so very
Very lost
