The landing of Weir's opening triple axel was shaky and he two-footed his attempt at a quad. He fell down on a triple loop and popped a triple axel into a single. He didn't do a triple-triple combination.
Even more disappointing was his demeanor. Weir is one of the most lyrical, expressive skaters in the world, someone who can make tracings look artistic. But he seemed almost disinterested.
Or maybe he just knew he'd been beaten.
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play...
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's his destiny
The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain.
The judges will decide
The likes of you abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
The pain you're gonna stand
And never gonna fall.
The winner takes it all.
Now it's snowing in my city. Now it's dreamy morning on my street. With dancing snowflakes and magical white trees. And in that fairy morning I'm sitting here and thinking of you. I feel so many different pulses. I calculate so many different insides. I feel pity for you. I rage at you. I still believe in you.
I wanna see you, wanna hug you, wanna heal you, wanna give a wipe your tears. I wanna wash it all away.
...get round here and I'll sink you in my endless tenderness...
Now sleep. Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within. Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in and carry you over to a new morning... And while you can't come here for me I'll be there by your side as ever.
Come what may, you're my best. My best-beautiful, best-talented, best-beloved. My most cute, most smart, most stylish ever. My very best skater.
