Script For a Jester's Tear

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in the playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play
The game is over

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts
The game is over

Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over

Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
The game is over

Fish, 1983