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...