Из альбома: Music To Raise The Dead 1972 - 1998
She left me strangely not lingering like before
Her face sad but sure - I stopped her at the door
Made some empty promises she'd heard too many times
I tried a little a little sweet talk to cover lovers' crimes
She said "How do you love when no one loves in return?
If love is a teacher why's it so hard to learn?
Tell me, is it better to marry than to burn?
Are we just players, players in the game?"
I remember kissin' fingers wrapped in her hair
In that rush of emotion did I ever really care?
And as I saw her silhouette fadin' down the hall
I begged for love's mercy talkin' to the wall
Sayin' how do you love when no one loves in return?
If love is a teacher why's it so hard to learn?
Tell me, is it better to marry than to burn?
Are we just players, players in the game?
When I was a child tryin' to prove I was a man
I came upon a woman who told me who I am
Sometimes you play the part so well you even fool yourself
I need a different kind of love from somewhere else
True love knows to love when no one loves in return
Love is the teacher and I got a lot to learn
Passion takes its prisoners, got to break before I burn
Can't be playin', playin' lovin' games
Can't be playin', playin' lovin' games