Utopia - Play This Game

I could be jealous and grasping with greed
I could pretend that I want something I don't need
These are the things that go through my head
But then, I could be an angel disguised as a man
I could be the sun that shines in the midnight land

If you would only stand in my corner
Give that advantage to me

Don't you feel something?
You know what I'm thinking but
I can't set it free
We must

Play this game, take the prize
But not before you realize
That win or lose, it's all the same
Then maybe we can play this game