We\'re sitting wishing we knew what to make of, these feelings, that leave us confused.
Sitting talking like we mean it, but I can\'t say what I wanna say to you, without stopping our dreams come true.
By the time, we decide
On the games we\'re playing
The picture in the frame
May meet the fire flaming
And after all that\'s gone before
Will we be the same again?
I\'m not so sure, not so sure.
Started realising we knew what to make of, these feelings,
that leave us bemused.
Started fighting like we mean it, but you can\'t say what you wanna say to me, without tasting bittersweet defeat
By the time, we decide
On the games we\'re playing
The picture in the frame
May meet the fire flaming
And after all that\'s gone before
Will we be the same again?
I\'m not so sure, not so sure