歌词
[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 sing, the more they say
Throw 'em like they're winter roses
Into a broken vase
They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made
[Verse 2]
She puts her faith in the moment
Outsiders
He puts his faith in the moment
Outsiders
[Verse 3]
And his clothes are covered in dew
As she writhes in twisted sheets
Feel the pulse and the power of you
And what you've seen isn't what's underneath
They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made
[Verse 4]
She puts her faith in the moment
Outsiders
He puts his faith in the moment
Outsiders
[Verse 5]
She puts her faith in the moment
Outsiders
He puts his faith in the moment
Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders
Written by: Brett Anderson, Neil Codling
