Chances
Up here no one bothers me
and that's what really bothers me
We have to pay for our sins,
no matter where they are
I'll cry for ages
what I haven't cried in ages
It's funny, though, to know
I'll ruin it all myself
Chances, chances,
hard to believe in
Funny if I can win
Brightly coloured
from within,
this guitar is made of tin
I wasn't taught to believe
everyone's wrong but me
It's all because of this,
it's all because of that
Whatever this is, or that means,
I'll go for another pint
and hope you're not here
if I ever come back
Chances, chances,
hard to believe in,
Funny if I can win
Brightly coloured
from within,
this guitar is made of tin
Autor(es): David Sagarzazu