It was a funny little game
Where no one wins and no one gains
And rules they fall into change
Despite ever knowing that all were insane
We backed up and played all the same
Not only once, but just twice, ever binding enraged
Scattered kisses blown off from the stage
…
And though you don’t understand
You’ll not regret this coming back as we planned
…
Sacred rules and natural fools
Tell tales of the things come to pass
Tell of ideal and of rejecting the high
Even clearer when high be defied
Didn’t fall, just forsake, he sinks to embrace by and by
While the kisses he hides find the love of their lives
On the holder of all holy light
Politically Romantic 