Games - Atlantic Popes

Lots of gentle kinds of mental

Ways of aiming high but reaching low

Make you dizzy, keep you busy, running wild

In the center of the playing field

Where you’ve got to go and find the rules

Of a system, makes it easy, staying cool

Up and down, down and up

Could be the name of the game

In the game down and up

We use the same bow to win

Reach your peak to be uniquely

You in every way or else give up

Face the dol-drums watching sit-coms

Rain stops play

How does it feel to save a dream for tomorrow

How did it feel to have a thousand dreams

Do you remember chairs and music

The way they pushed you aside

Up and down, down and up…

Up and down, down and up…

Left thinking right going back turning round and round

You’d be the winner for all

Right thinking left going back turns you round and round

It makes you tumble and fall

In the center of the taut bow the talking emptyness

Running now could be a great desaster

Running now could be the only way

Why run so hard for the right decision

It’s gonna run anyway…

Up and down, down and up…

Up and down, down and up…