A Game Of Tennis

<br>I wake up to the TV sports<br>I see two players on a court<br>There`s Miss Chance on the one side<br>There`s me on the other side<br>There are two players on the court<br>And the ball goes back and forth<br>It`s full speed across the court<br>It seems to be able to<br>Avoid the net like it`s supposed to do<br>The ball goes back and forth<br>Elegant clothes that are drenched in spit and<br>sweat<br>Bloodstains and dirt on the racket, on the net<br>Each smash we send is a rusty needle<br>That cuts our eyes and makes us feeble<br>Whatever happened to the bright splendour of a<br>game of tennis?<br>How long will this game go on?<br>The game of interrogation<br>Until my heart walks away on it`s own<br>Until my body is stiff as a stone<br>That`s how long, that`s how long