If we after a year or two
Would meet
You'll see that (we've) never
We've (never) loved each other
Everyone in the city knows
About our masquerade
They talk bla bla bla
That's our game on the road to the bottom
That's how the prognosis is
One to three
That I can't endure it long
That I'll leave you
That's how the prognosis is
One to a hundred
That you've never gotten over her
That you haven't loved me
If it is, it's enough
I'm running out of strength
It's better for both
That our roads part
Everyone in the city knows
About our masquerade
They talk bla bla bla
That's our game on the road to the bottom