Hear the cry of your friends behind the blind
And the echo of the life you left behind
In the gust you thought was a gale
Dust to dust says the minister outside
There's demons in all of us but some just can't fight
The gale they thought was a gust
So dance the dance, play the game
Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame
So take the fight leave the war
The more you fall the less you'll get sore
You'll get it right
Broken memories, broken skin
You play the game you'll never win
With the foe you thought was a friend
You lose your head you lose your mind
You tell yourself you're never kind
To the friend you thought was a foe
So dance the dance, play the game
Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame
So take the fight leave the war
The more you fall the less you'll get sore
You'll get it right
You'll get it right
In the rapids, in the rough
You find that missing love
Who knows your soul doesn't care about your mind
And you feel yourself detach
From the one everyone told you was a catch
Who know your mind doesn't care about your soul
To see the change; contrast relate
To see the change; contrast relate
So dance the dance, play the game
Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame
So take the fight leave the war
The more you fall the less you'll get sore
So dance the dance, play the game
Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame
So take the fight leave the war
The more you fall the less you'll get sore
You'll get it right
You'll get it right
You'll get it right
You'll get it right, trust me
