Smoke in my hair from the protest flares For now But I'm still not sovereign, from you For now The bus arrives fast, I sit upstairs Alone I can hardly breathe, knowing you're near For now
Oh but I Whisper a gambler's prayer Throwing a thousand-sided die That I find you in the faces out the window But they're not yours Oh, for now
Desaturated crowd scene From a gladly forgotten dream For now And I can't accept That this is what's left For us
Oh but I Whisper a gambler's prayer Throwing a thousand-sided die That I find you in the faces out the window Oh I'm still yours Whispering a gambler's prayer Throwing a thousand-sided die That I find you in the faces out the window But they're not yours Oh, for now
That I find you in the faces out the window But they're not yours Oh, for now
