Don't give up, kid We all just started to try and make it through It's always the fronton that makes you come undone But this is just a room Hopefully a game euskaldun from the Basque country Can teach us how to lose I placed all my bets on keeping you Salt my wound I feel I'm growing soft again I really wanna miss you But there you are You call it a nightmare But I really wanna go there I swear that I could change the truth If you tell me who you are I don't have a weapon Only fists in my pocket And there's something in the atmosphere I feel it in my bones You'll bring the pilota I've got the xistera To send it back to you It's called the fastest game And yet it stays the same So long as we can move Don't give up, kid What you're thinking is mistaken for escape I'd lose all my bets by losing you Haunt my room You say it's been a lonely year I never thought I'd see you But there you are Time's slipping Like ribbons through my hand You know we only came to you So you'd tell us how to win Don't mistake Miami for the edge of the universe I'm trying to make sense of how I got here so we can begin Hold me down when you cut me close Feel my heartbeat before you take my soul Call me out if you catch me slow Touch my body, turn me on and rip off all my clothes I can hear you from far away Crying out every time I play All I want is to make you stay Hold me down when you cut my throat Touch my body, turn me on and rip off all my clothes