My heavy heartÂŽs always under attack Running in circles around the race track Rose-colored lenses eventually crack Butâ ifâ you left leaving,â IÂŽd let you right back
Love isâ but a game of give and chase What is a runner without a big race? The harder I try to keep up with the pace I always wind up in second place
And even the moon canÂŽt maintain the same phase I always wind up in second place