The Russian Futurists - A Song for Sports lyrics

You're a hand written goodbye, A buzzer shot from the good guys That missed the net, the coach says "good try, It's o.k. to lose sometimes" And he means well with what he's saying But we've been losing day out, day in It makes us wonder why we're playing, It's time to throw in the towel And how I hate our skipping record It makes our problems seem double-deckered, Intertwined and plaid and checkered, Oh what a pattern we've weaved We've got hearts as tough as leather Whose combined forces change the weather To lovely snow when we're together, We'll freeze the whole world over And start an earth-wide hibernation And seek refuge in weather stations To form theories and calculations For troubles that we're facin' All of this white is extra stunning, We'll survive on wits and charm and cunning, You're my food for thought so who needs hunting? It's all we need right here Water flows, The birds crow, The wind blows, The sky turns to gold The tides roll, Diamonds turn to coal, Music loses its soul, Under your control And you've done things that others tried to And left your loves and lives behind you, You stole the world's heart and that means mine too, What kind of pull have you got? You're a hand written goodbye, A buzzer shot from the good guys That missed the net, the coach says "good try, It's o.k. to lose sometimes" And he means well with what he's saying But we've been losing day out, day in It makes us wonder why we're playing, Throw in the towel