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