The Game by Echo & The Bunnymen (1987) Intro , , , , , , , , A sense of duty was my one intention and an ugly beauty was my own invention Pride a proud refusal I refuse to need your approval Too many seekers, too few beacons But through the fog, we'll keep on beaming Through the crying hours of your glittery years all the living out, of your tinsel tears and the midnight trains, I never made 'cos I'd already , , , played...the game Everybody's got their own good reason why their favorite season, is their favorite season Winter winners and those summers suns aren't good for everyone, aren't good for everyone Spring has sprung and autumns So well done, so well done And it's a better thing that we do now, forgetting everything, the whys and hows While you reminisce about the things you miss , , you won't be ready, to kiss...goodbye The earth is a world The world is a ball A ball in a game with no rules at all And just as I wonder at the beauty of it all you go and drop it and it breaks when it falls I'll never understand why you thought I would need to be reassured and be understood When I always knew that your bad's my good and I was ready ready...to be loved , , , , , , Born under Mars With Jupiter rising Fallen from stars That lit my horizon I'll never understand why you thought I would need to be reassured and be understood When I always knew that your bad's my good and I was ready, ready...to be Through the crying hours of your glittery years all the living out of your tinsel tears and the midnight trains I never made 'cos I'd al-ready played and it's a better thing that we do now forgetting Everything the whys and hows While you reminisce about the things you miss you won't be ready to kiss...goodbye