It is your move,
Your move to make,
Suspended hope keeps me awake
At dawn.

You're asking me:
"What Fool comes 'round
To step up on this battleground,
A pawn?"

A pawn at chess,
A Queen at heart,
I haven't quite mastered the art
Of war.

But this is all I dare to win:
One game, one love
For smiles I lost
Before.

We're tangled in a game of chess,
With every foul move, I undress,
For every single pawn I lose,
For Castles, Knights and crooked Fools,
I'm slipping deeper into your
Sweet abuse...

The hourglass
Is keeping time
In grains of sand and pantomime
Of space.

Your patience kills
My old mistake,
I'm softer than a dancing snake
On lace.

Still hesitating,
Yet I feel
Enough to show you how to seal
My fate.
The last defending pawn goes down
The King is stumbling on his crown.
Check mate.

We're tangled in a game of chess,
With every foul move I undress,
For every single pawn I lose,
For Castles, Knights and crooked Fools,
I'm slipping deeper into your
Sweet abuse...

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