Outsiders

Out an outside shrine there's a place

Selling bouquets of cellophane

That's where they meet in this tassel of place

And the more they see, the more they sing

Thrown like the winter roses

Into a broken vase

They're playing the hand they play

All in the came they made

She puts her faith in the moment

Outsiders, who do you know

She puts her faith in the moment

Outsiders, who do you know

And it's closed out covered in June

And she rise into spinning sheets

Still the pulse and the power of you

And what you see isn't what's underneath

They're playing the hand they play

All in the came they made

She puts her faith in the moment

Outsiders, who do you know

She puts her faith in the moment

Outsiders, who do you know

She puts her faith in the moment

Outsiders, who do you know

She puts her faith in the moment

Outsiders, who do you know

Outsiders, who do you know