as I look out of the nighttime window br a window that looks down across the Chao Phraya River br br I look br I see your reflection in the glass br woman asleep on my bed br your golden skin reflects the night br br a night of love br a night of passion br you have had so many that you do not know what they mean br br a moment purchased br a life given away br br and when nothing means anything br and the lies are spoken as truth br the rhythm sounds br and we each know the answer br br the answer br that there is no answer at all br br she grabbed me in passion br but, the passion became only a game br br in the game br as in all games br some one wins br some one loses br and some one gets up and walks away.