Текст песни Chapter II

Standing face-to-face with our new reflections It feels like years but it's only been a matter of months The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us The odds are stacked against us, but we've got nothing to prove and we've got nothing to lose Standing face-to-face with our new reflections The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us It feels like years but it's only been a matter of months The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us Quiet footsteps, trading places We've earned it, you've earned it Low risk, no pain, no loss (not) Not perfect steps, not perfect lies I'm not a gambling man I'm not a gambler, a gambler The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us The odds are stacked against us, but we've got nothing to prove and we've got nothing to lose I'm not a gambling man I'm not a gambler, a gambler