I’m trying to think that I don’t lose anything with purpose
I’m thinking about everything and maybe letting you leave
I don’t know what’s happening to me, who’s misleading me
My desires are consuming me and starting to hurt me.
I don’t lie to myself
I know that it is not a question about luck
I will count the cards
You will see mine
The table is cold
I understand that I only want one lost night
Tomorrow I’m leaving you again
Why do we keep rolling the dice
knowing that this is in your favour?
Why do we keep playing cards
knowing that you have an as up your sleeve?
And why do we live dancing this tango
If you drop me to the floor without being able to finish it?
You are my new vice.
And everything that you say seems innocent to me
And it’s not understood what you are playing at
But as with you the house never loses
The trap of your hands seduces me to bet
If everything goes far away
Nothing is going to come back x2
And I no longer have anything to lose
Nothing is going to come back x2
I repeat that I’ve always hoped for
Nothing is going to come back x2
Knowing that it’s already very late
Nothing is going to come back x2