Head hanging low
my world seems to spin so slow
I'm too afraid of victory
so just let me be
sky drifts above
I hum along to the tune of the black doves
drip drop drip drop
rain falling
drip drop drip drop
my name they are caling
I refuse to win
please leave me I'd rather watch the wind spin and the clouds drift...away
I'll...win...another...day
