we falter, forgive, when the hinges break
we spiral and impact, and watch the high chairs fall

using all defences, they drew us in with their curfews...
breaking hold of functions, mark my words, no regrets...

dyslexic hearts and frightened eyes
still at least we try
but a kiss still finds it's way out of a chainlink fence
did we stand a chance?

we turn to face the rules that we have imposed
we closed our eyes and turned our heads mark my words

mark my words, no regrets, to combat no remorse...

we turn to face the rules that we've imposed
we closed our eyes and turned our heads, did we...
did we ever... did we stand a chance?