I've burned out like a wildfire With no space in between Foreshadowing and hindsight With no place left unseen Been so caught up in semantics That I've lost sight of the frame Always stuck in a typecast Cos' there's no rest in the cage (Running backwards to the place I built in my head) (Rewrite the pages, set alight the words that they said) (Because it's just a game of chance in retrospect) Running backwards to the place I built in my head Rewrite the pages, set alight the words that they said Because it's just a game of chance in retrospect And this was all just a waste of a night With the hills that we'd run on in the rear view Press your hand against the glass and just gaze through at The Valley of Death Cos' we've moved past all the highlights So I'll wipe the paint away from the canvas Throw the cards off of the table and vanish To anywhere but here ♪ Running backwards to the place I built in my head Rewrite the pages, set alight the words that they said Because it's just a game of chance in retrospect