Metronomy
Winners Lose
I was biting the hand that had fed meI was lying and you believed meI was crying to you that my heart had been brokenYou were dancing like Christopher WalkenOut in the woods where the Black Bird is your gameYou were hiding from me and I was calling your nameYou were a hunter chasing a crowI was your brother lost in the snowMy Joy my accomplice my friendWe’re getting to the day when your days endYou were born in the winter and the river was frozenYou will die in December in a bed you’ve not chosen
From Letras Mania