I wake up to the TV sports  I see two players on a court  There's Miss Chance on the one side  There's me on the other side  There are two players on the court  And the ball goes back and forth  It's full speed across the court  It seems to be able to  Avoid the net like it's supposed to do  The ball goes back and forth  Elegant clothes that are drenched in spit and  sweat  Bloodstains and dirt on the racket, on the net  Each smash we send is a rusty needle  That cuts our eyes and makes us feeble  Whatever happened to the bright splendour of a  game of tennis?  How long will this game go on?  The game of interrogation  Until my heart walks away on it's own  Until my body is stiff as a stone  That's how long, that's how long