What's it like to see yourself?
No reflection, just another look at being someone else
Are we having fun or what?
Now you're writing down a list of things you said you've never done
What are the chances?
What's it like to get away?
I've been gone before, but what's it like to stay?
The concessions that we make
To live the lives we live, to break the hearts we break
What are the chances?
What's it like to be alone?
In a crowded room, no one even knows
If you're too afraid to sing
That's not a call for you, to ruin everything
What are the chances?