The Game

What if the tables had turned

Would you still call my name

As I took the wrong turn

Would the fire still burn

Where did we learn how to play

What it'll take to wash away

All the shame

One more round of the same

And if we had played by the rules

Would you lie awake at night

Do you still wonder why

We turned out to be fools

What then if wrong had been right

Would we be able to resist

The call of the wild

And rekindle the fire

I don't know whether we're inside or out

Outside or in on the game

It doesn't matter

Because inside or out

Outside or in are the same

There is a frightening light

You get in the white of your eyes

Like a cat smelling mice

When you're rolling the dice

Much like a fist full of sand

It's so very hard to hold onto

The future we planned

We were dealt the wrong hand

Chorus

What if the tables had turned

Would you still call my name

As I took the wrong turn

Would the fire still burn

Chorus x 3