Everyone knows how to smile at opportunities Everyone goes where the music is at So how come I feel like a newborn slowly trying to see Feeling uncertain 'bout emotional sensations that are telling me she's got that look in her eyes What do I do when it's mutual and how can I be sure that I'll be falling down, never to get up High Street glory Falling down, never to get up High Street Gloria Caught in the words of the one who claims that everything is happening for a reason somehow Never believed but the truth will be setting me free I can feel I've changed, it's hard to tell for better or worse Invisibly stained, I'm a tailor made Midas in reverse The discord returns