Well now it's been a while
Time has passed
Words have been spoken
Hearts have been broken
All the words that spilled from your lips
Just as if you were speaking from scripts
How all policies start with our honesty
Looking back now, it's all just comedy
Feel free to break the ice
Believe me, it comes at no price
So now you ignore me, as if you had the right
So we dirty what was once pure and white
I kneel at your feet and plead
And so you ignore me with a great stampede
Tought that feelings that are true
Don't disapear, unlike you
And now I sit here and cry
As i was betrayed by my alai
To afraid to ask why
more afraid to say bye
Holding my head in my hands
No longer making plans
as they sing is all those bands
You care less than a few grams
Tell me how to feel
I will no longer have to kneel
nor will i go on with this spiel
Let's make a pact, we'll make a deal
In the Basque tongue of Spain, it means “merry festival”.
This is a very fast-paced game designed to enthrall.
Players with very long wicker baskets sling a ball
at vicious speeds to bounce off a high front fronton wall.
It is just one of many versions called “pelota”.
A goat-skin ball is volleyed with a “cesta-punta.”
It is played between teams on a court called a “cancha”.
The game draws gamblers in New England and Florida.
Plenty of excitement is there when the games begin.
The teams of players score seven or nine points to win.
To many spectators, it is exciting and fun
until they lose all their money and become undone.
pronounced "HIGH-lie"