An old man walk in the rainy streets,
His dying eyes has a spark of life
although he knows only too well
that he has no more than a few weeks to live.
But then as he crosses the street a young man with a gun
jumps at him
and orders him to give him his money or his life,
The old man only smiles back at him, his eyes in extacy,
He says: "No matter, son, cause I've already lost".

So no matter who we are,
It's always two sides of one end.

She ran out from her house,
After a fight with her husband about her affair.
He knew a long time ago about that,
He called her a whore, wanted divorce and the kids.
But he could never understand why she did it,
She needed to feel love, some warm touch from someone who
cares
and not to come home everyday to a distant and silent
partner
who forgots himself in his own buisness work.
But as she arrives to his house she sees the man with whom
she slept,
in the arms of another woman, calls her: "my true and only
love."
And inside she's breaking down knowing that her husband was
right,
She says: "I'm not worthy of my husband and kids, for I am a
whore."

So no matter who we are,
It's always two sides of one end.

A young man in about his twenties sitting down,
His eyes wet with tears of sorrow.
A gun in his hand, a rope falls from the ceilling,
Some pills are lying on the floor next to him.
He wants out from this life casue he had lost so many
things
including the only girl he ever loved just because fate had
other plans,
And as he looks at her photo, at her green eyes he always
loved,
He knew then that he will cherish all the time they had
together.
But then the pain grows too much, and he's taking his ticket
out,
He says: "If I lost you my dear, what other reason is there
for me to stay?"
And as he points the gun to his hand, he hears a knock on
the door,
He walks to the door and opens it, he sees her standing
there...

So when the lights go out in the streets,
Who's gonna watch us now?
When we fall and break down
Who's gonna catch us, oh, who?
And no matter where we are,
Or who we are,
We're all pawns in fate's hands
In an inter-gallactic and cruel game,
And it's always two sides of one end.

The universe doesn't provide you with what you want
It provides you with what you need...