So fashion makes no sense to you Shall we regard your wedding day? And if time is an object Should, for the time you've wasted pay? And money is a problem But then that's nothing new And attitudes unnerving But this is social stew So help me out and Raise a hand Pray the next step Falls on promised land Followed you to somewhere You told me was the place to be Found out a short time later It was for you but not for me And distance seperates some but not the two of us Though some days try to break us Somehow our love stands So stand with me Though we are individually Not the same, not the same Let's run through the game Help me out and Raise a hand Pray the next step Falls on promised land