F Am C F My heavy heart's always under attack Dm C G F Running in circles around the race track F Am C F Rose-colored lenses eventually crack Dm C G F But if you left leaving, I'd let you right back Love is but a game of give and chase What is a runner without a big race? The harder I try to keep up with the pace I always wind up in second place And even the moon can't maintain the same phase I always wind up in second place | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C Dm F G |