As we entered the court, nothing was said
Just the bouncing of a ball pounding deep within my head
A game of tragedy, not a single point was scored
After a short while, we were deplored
In a resting moment, we simultaneously said
That for our own reasons we wished we were dead
The silence returned, pouncing on us with deadly intent
But the ball began bouncing again, stopping the lament
The silence was broken, our hearts began beating
Yet I couldn't help feeling like it was death we were cheating
Now don't ever tell me I never once said,
Why the pounding of a basketball is deep inside my head.
