Distant Dreams - Part Two - Throbbing Gristle

And so we exist

So we do not

And these times

They are just passing

They are not real

They happen

We pass through time

As it happens

We never begin

To play for time

To play around

To have nothing to play for

To have nothing to lose

To lose everything

The thing I never mentioned

That defines my sense of death

It is love

It is love

This is love

Love lost in time’s game of chance

Love lost in time’s game of chance

Love lost in time’s game of chance