You could be my ball and chain and I could be your Romeo in pain.
We had the whole world to gain.
So, we took it to the streets prepared to face the enemy.
We're still hanging on and on and on...

As time ticks away, we all stay the same.
Forget the past, we all play the game.
(We play the game)
From what we've learned, I know we've earned the right to say,
"We've all played the game."
(We play the game)

Crumbling the walls of Troy, responsible was Helen and a boy.
They caught the whole city sleeping.
Like Cleopatra and her liege, the love sick Mark Anthony,
a tragic song we still sing along.

Would we be the same without an audience?
Would we even care?
Safe to say that some of us are on the fence?
You're damn right, we're living breathing air!