I will win
Because I will suffer
Longer than you.
But there is no ill will
In the winning,
Nor shame in love's loosing
When loss is gain.
Beat away! My chest
Longs for your fists
Clinched tight.
Every ocean needs a shore or crag
To beat against,
And I have nothing else
More pressing.
Beat away!
Beat away! My breast
Longs for your fists
Clinched tight.
Till the day
The day when they've
Worn themselves out in beating.
And you fall like the meteor
Down, down...
And crash upon my breast in defeat.
Beat away!
Beat away! My breast
Longs for your fists
Clinched tight.
There is no ill will
In the winning,
Nor shame in love's loosing
When loss is gain.
