I heard his voice on the telephone when I called last night.
It rang till you answered.
Now we're all just caught up in this game of love,
playing for ransom.
It's going,
going,
going down.
It's going,
going,
going down.
It's going,
going,
going down.
It's going,
going,
going down.
We've been playing these games so long,
we could write ten songs about our disaster.
Even after the songs are done, still be here,
praying for answers.
It's going,
going,
going down.
It's going,
going,
going down.
It's going,
going,
going down.
It's going,
going,
going down.
