who keeps score when the match begins?
who keeps watch when time starts to spin?
who keeps calling when they won't let us in?
who keeps singing when they burned up all the hymns?
we fumble through those sleep-soaked mornings
groggy but not boozed, and the larks call out warnings
you checked us in last night mate, but i won't be your pawn in
all these games you try to play, the beat says it's time to fall in
scornful sinners kiss the ground
whilst cynics synchronise their frowns
their condescending grins too loud
as they descend upon the crowd
i'm clueless, stupid, young, naive
i'm changing, growing, not knowing
what i should believe
and it's only a paper moon
shining 'pon a cardboard sea
but it's not make-believe just because
you refuse to believe in me.
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