I think I know what's on your mind,
a couple words, a great divide.
Waiting in the wings, a sparring spite,
crawling out the foreground from behind.

Even though you're the only one I see,
it's the last catastrophe.
Place your bets on chance and apathy.

Take anything you want, it's fine.
Keep up the slow life for the night.
Dont take it back, I'll just deny
this constant noise all the time.

Even though you're the only one I see,
it's the last catastrophe.
Place your bets on chance and apathy
to the wind in front of you.

Even though you're the only one I see,
it's the last catastrophe.
Place your bets on chance and apathy
to the wind in front of you.

Even though you're the only one I see . . .