[Verse 1]
By the roadside shrine there's a place
Selling bouquets of cellophane
That's where they meet in this desolate place
And the more they see the more they say
Thrown like two winter roses into a broken vase
[Pre-Chorus]
They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made
[Chorus]
She puts her faith in the moment
Outsiders
He puts his faith in the moment
Outsiders
[Verse 2]
And his clothes are covered in dew
As she writhes in twisted sheets
Feel the pulse and the power of you
And what you see isn't what's underneath
[Pre-Chorus]
They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made
By the roadside shrine there's a place
Selling bouquets of cellophane
That's where they meet in this desolate place
And the more they see the more they say
Thrown like two winter roses into a broken vase
[Pre-Chorus]
They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made
[Chorus]
She puts her faith in the moment
Outsiders
He puts his faith in the moment
Outsiders
[Verse 2]
And his clothes are covered in dew
As she writhes in twisted sheets
Feel the pulse and the power of you
And what you see isn't what's underneath
[Pre-Chorus]
They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made
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