written by Fran Healy

I read it all, every word
And I still don't understand a thing
What had you heard?
What had you heard was it love
Was it take another walk in the dark?
You never learn

I'd pray to God if there was heaven
But heaven seems so very far from here
And it all boils down to the same old thing
Just a yin and a yang or a couple of pipe dreams
And it all boils down to the same old pain
Whether you win or you lose
Isn't going to change a single thing

I stood in line and a thought crossed my mind
I had been dreaming
But I didn't mind
I signed the line
And the woman looked right through me
She didn't smile
I'd pray to God if there was heaven
But heaven seems so very far from here
And it all boils down to the same old thing
Just a yin and a yang or a couple of pipe dreams
And it all boils down to the same old pain
Whether you win or you lose
Isn't going to change a single thing

I'd pray to God if there was heaven
But heaven seems so very far from here
And it all boils down to the same old thing
Just a yin and a yang or a couple of pints please
And it all boils down to the same old pain
Whether you win or you lose
Isn't going to change a single thing
And it all boils down to the same old fear
Just a link in a chain, just a puppet on a string
And it all boils down to the same old thing
Whether you win or you lose
Whether you win or you lose
Whether you win or you lose
Whether you win or you lose