I´m close to mate
in this great game of chess,
It´s a relief,
it gives me peace.
I confess
New York has left a trace
of bleak winter´s brace
Life is just a phase
mmm...
God, I'm tired,
Uninspired,
defenceless.
These well known hurts,
all these words,
now mean less.
New York has left a trace
of leak winter´s brace.
Life is just a phase.
I´ve learned to be part of this game.
I´ve learned to love and use my brain.
I´ve come to know that it´s never too late.
New York winter grace
Life is just a phase.
How obligated or fated I´ve felt.
Without my king
I can´t win.
It means less...
