I'm sure that it has never once occurred to her
That something she might say or do
Could have such a lasting consequence
Such far-reaching implications
Around her neck the chain of a St. Christopher
The patron saint of moving on
A symbol of her strongest trait:
A traveler's imagination
And here we are
Caught up in this mess she's made
Here we are
Damage control once again
Damage Control
I'm certain of the fact she pays them scarce attention
The consequences of her grand schemes
The collateral of friendly fire
The distraction of catastrophes
But for a moment in her company
It all makes sense and forgiveness feels
Attraction like a melody
That ties you down and sets you free
And here we are
Caught up in this mess she's made
Here we are
Damage control once again
Damage Control