I've been hanging round for days, still confused about the way you came.
Take the portraits from the wall, take them down and burn them all, I know what I've become.
By the marks upon their arms, there was nothing that they lacked in charm.
But now I've got to choose, who from you is gonna lose and who is going through.

By the stories that were told, I decided to reject the bold, embrace the cowardly and the weak, we had laughs that lasted weeks, they're inside and I sing here.
Now I would swear this life is you.
You've been around since we were twenty two but now you've got the rush, when you're cold and when you're touched, I know things don't mean much.

'Cause we don't know we're strong enough and chances come too soon.
But people, people, we're not in love and now we're singing out of tune.

Just go out and get it straight.
There are questions here that just can't wait.
Leave romantics to their spite, leave the footballs to their pints, alternatives we'll find.
But there's nothing we can find while our lives are plush and kind of fine.
So we'll all call it a day, people follow in our wake, a nothing's hall of fame.

'Cause we don't know we're strong enough and chances come too soon.
But people, people, we're not in love and now we're singing out of tune.

Come on babies, find a vein.
Roll your sleeves up, find your arms insane.
Walking out in little lines, down the corridors of life and on to what you'll find.
Out the door and down the street, over fences glens and ditches deep.
And who from us is gonna choose, who will win and who will lose ? I know it won't be me.

'Cause we don't know we're strong enough and chances come too soon.
But people, people, we're not in love and now we're singing out of tune.