Back To Black

oh, amy. you really were (and still are) one of the most beautiful, talented artists of our time. this is still one of my favourite tracks to date. the pain in her voice is something many of us can resonate with, but her ability to articulate this feeling so gracefully with such a simple rawness is just on another level. this one speaks for itself. so timeless. 🖤 “For you, I was a flame Love is a losing game Five story fire as you came Love is a losing game One I wished I never played Oh, what a mess we made And now, the final frame Love is a losing game Played out by the band Love is a losing hand It was more than I could stand Love is a losing hand Self-professed, profound 'Til the chips were down Know you're a gambling man Love is a losing hand Though, though, oh, I battle blind Love is a fate resigned And the memories, the memories mar my mind Love is a fate resigned Over futile odds And laughed at by the gods And now, the final frame Love is a losing game”