The Game - Mark Reeder, New Order

How much we tried, but are we hurt?

In this empty space, in which we live

We will not bend, we will not give

We’re waging war, while raising kids

It’s so clear, but we can’t see it

It’s in the air that we’re breathing

It’s so near, but we can’t touch it

But it is here, and we love it

For life is good, and it’s forever

It’s in our blood, and our endeavor

Higher than the sky, taller than a man can reach

And if we break up, we are not here

These are the times in which we live (x3)

It’s so clear, but we can’t see it

It’s in the air that we’re breathing

It’s so near, yet we can’t touch it

But it is here, and we love it

For life is good, and it is special

I want more precious metal

It’s not over, and it’s not hopeful

For this is life and it’s immortal