The woman of my dreams, she, she never came along
I'm slipping below the water line
Reach for my hand, and, and the race is won
It's all a game, existence is only a game
I'm slipping below the water line
Reject my hand, and the damage is done
On competing, oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?
And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've done
And I'm not looking for just anyone
And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've done
The woman of my dreams, well, there never was one
I'm slipping below the water line
I'm slipping below the water line
And I'm not looking for just anyone
And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've said