The tables are turned now there's other wheels in motion
A dose of your own is always sugar-coated
My fingers are burned but it's not a test of strength
I see you fall back on fear
Look for something that you understand
The shoe's on the other foot and those words seem so throwaway
A claim to what is right, for me, is always out of reach
The glove's on the other fist and the rules are re-unwritten
I just lie in wait of the day
Lie in wait of the day you'll try to understand what I mean
Maybe it's more than words, or my words aren't up to scratch?
But this method of communication always seems to hit me back
And there's a strange hand on the wheel
I feel a new script on the cards
