verse 1 Now I ain’t saying that this is fine, But life means more than 9 to 5 and tripping up over your mind. Dead roses and spilled wine, They are the only signs that we are counting down the miles. Until we meet, our next enjoyable defeat. Plastic people with empty lives, They come but leave their hearts behind, And leave with self-adoring eyes, ooh. Chorus I know that we’re shooting for stars, That burned out a thousand years ago. But I can’t help but think that we have a chance, ‘Cause we’re low lives with high hopes. Low lives, with high hopes verse 2 But reality sinks in, It seems our hopes are whisker thin, but giving up’s the greatest sin. Why do we keep on promising each day away like it’s a whim? This ain’t a game that we can win. This life is touch and go, but this is something we chose. I’ll pick this thorn out of my head, That we’d be better off instead, chasing moons to meet our ends, ooh. Chorus I know that we’re shooting for stars, That burned out a thousand years ago. But I can’t help but think that we have a chance, ‘Cause we’re low lives with high hopes. Low lives, with high hopes Bridge Underneath my skin I got a fever setting in, Living a life of it’s own, maybe I should let it in. ‘Cause I cannot emphasise what it’s like to apologise, I won't follow the guide Chorus I know that we’re shooting for stars, That burned out a thousand years ago. But I can’t help but think that we have a chance, ‘Cause we’re low lives with high hopes. Low lives, with high hopes Chorus I know that we’re shooting for stars, That burned out a thousand years ago. But I can’t help but think that we have a chance, ‘Cause we’re low lives with high hopes. Low lives, with high hopes Solo (x4) (x4) Outro