Chapter II

Standing face-to-face with our new reflections
It feels like years but it’s only been a matter of months
The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us
The odds are stacked against us, but we’ve got nothing to prove and we’ve got
nothing to lose
Standing face-to-face with our new reflections
The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us
It feels like years but it’s only been a matter of months
The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us
Quiet footsteps, trading places
We’ve earned it, you’ve earned it
Low risk, no pain, no loss (not)
Not perfect steps, not perfect lies
I’m not a gambling man
I’m not a gambler, a gambler
The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us
The odds are stacked against us, but we’ve got nothing to prove and we’ve got
nothing to lose
I’m not a gambling man
I’m not a gambler, a gambler