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