Chances Are

  1. Chances Are -:-- / 4:12

 

 

Yeah it seems over but it never meant what it seemed
And I’m open ‘till late but you never show up for free
You give no chances to release
and you give no chances to believe
So chances are that I might lose my mind or even thrive on
misleading pretense, on visions of death, on daily crimes
I may be blind, I may be unkind
But your guilt is unwelcome in my mind
The sun shines on my stolen knife
Redemption bleeds under your knees
Our ceremony’s set up for chances  of the unknown
So I deliver my senses to an absent attender in your dome
I might be late I might be on time
But your train doesn’t stop in my town
The sun shines on my stolen knife
Redemption bleeds under your knees