my head fits

into my hands

I roll it around

and nothing comes out

by chance, we fight

by chance, struck a chord

we'll stand tonight

who broke who

who screamed who

there's no two things

lovers can do

by chance, we fight

by chance, struck a chord

we'll stand tonight

who's your tall friend?

he's built like a song

the valley of Tin Pan *

is where he belongs

by chance, we fight

by chance, struck a chord

we'll stand tonight

bye-bye-bye-bye-bye



* belief that Tin Pan alley situated somewhere in China