Duncal Laurence — Arcade

A broken heart is all that’s left,
I’m still fixing all the cracks,
Lost a couple of pieces when,
I carried it, carried it, carried it home.

I’m afraid of all I am,
My mind feels like a foreign land,
Silence ringing inside my head,
Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home.

I spent all of the love I’ve saved,
We were always a losing game,
Small-town boy in a big arcade,
I got addicted to a losing game,
Ooh, ooh,
All I know, all I know,
Loving you is a losing game.

How many pennies in the slot,
giving us up, didn’t take a lot,
I saw the end before it begun,
Still I carried, I carried, I carried on.

Ooh, ooh
All I know, all I know,
Loving you is a losing game.

I don’t need your games, game over,
Get me off this rollercoaster,

Ooh, ooh,
All I know, all I know,
Loving you is a losing game.