The blue lines are contrast; the red is a wall.
The cameras remind us that 'winner takes all'.
We think it's their fault, yet they cannot be blamed
For taking the glory and leaving the pain.
"At least you got this far," we're told,
But silver can never compare with gold.
We hear their manager, staff and crowd
Say, "Well done, boys, you did us proud."
Us and them, alike and apart;
We're all in the business of breaking hearts.
