What a strange world
What a sad place to be
That you ask us
To play this sort of game

It´s different
But then it´s always the same
The pain goes
But happiness does not remain

We stood our souls in the sand
Take a chance, chance, chance
Life isn´t always a song
But you dance

Is this a sort of contest?
Am I supposed to toe the line?
I´ve not forgotten how to laugh
I´ve just forgotten why
Don´t take this out of context
It´s part of the appeal

Whilst nothing here is permanent
Everything feels real

And we stood our souls in the sand
Take a chance, chance, chance
Life isn´t always a song
But you dance

And I still always
And I still always
I still always
And I still always

And I´m not discounting the efforts of past minds now
But something here just isn´t right

To secure all the answers I was looking to find
Well I subpoenaed my sabbatical rights
And it´s a subtle sort of famine, the fact is a slippery salmon
Well to catch, you gotta time that shit right
And though I´m fascinated by the condition of which it happens
Now there´s part of me that misses the time I knew nothing at all

And we stood our souls in the sand
Take a chance, chance, chance
Life isn´t always a song
But you dance

And I still always
And I still always

And I still always (Always)
Away, away
(And I still always)
(And I still always)
Away, away
(And I still always)
(And I still always)
Away