[Verse]
By the rough side shrine there's a place
Telling [?] of cellophane
That's where they meet
In this castle of place
The more they see the more they stay
Some like the winter roses
And some are broken lives
They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the games they lay
Secrets [?]
Outsiders
He wants to think and a moment
Outsiders
And his clothes are covered in juice
And she writes in twisted sheets
[?]
And the power of you
And what you see isn't what's underneath
They're playing the hand they play
Under the games they lay
Secrets [?]
Outsiders
He lets you think that a moment
Outsiders
Secrets of [?]
And the moment
Outsiders
He lost his faith and a moment
Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders