The simple game of odds is easier to lose

When we decide what to expect

There\'s no telling what will end up in your hands

You can\'t see what you\'re up against

It\'s strange how things that shouldn\'t really matter do

They can command us in a way we can\'t explain

We fight to learn the meaning of what we go through

Without admitting to ourselves that it\'s in vein

It looks like everything is falling

From the sky and I can\'t stop it

My eyes are blinded by my own hands

But one day they\'ll see clearly again

It looks like everything is falling

The only thing that we can do is learn to use

All of the cards that we\'ve been dealt

And even if we feel that we are missing out

Something lost and something found

It looks like everything is falling

From the sky and I can\'t stop it

My eyes are blinded by my own hands

But one day they\'ll see clearly again

It looks like everything is falling