It Won't Be Me - Tom Rosenthal

I was looking in the mirror to a saint or a sinner

One of us a runner and one of us a winner

Drawing names out the hats, I was this, I was that

I was fixed, I was broken, asleep or awoken

You get the phone and I’ll get the door

You hit the road and I’ll hit the dance floor

You get the train and I’ll get the tube

You get the wall and I’ll break through

My mind is made of history

One of us is crying but it won’t be me

I was sailing in a boat of duality

One side frosty, one side free

I was gliding into the wrong situation

Moving on but left at the station

You get the likes and I’ll turn it off

You get the bikes and I’ll ride along

You change your mind and I’ll do the time

You keep it in and I’ll do the lonely mime

My mind is made of history

One of us is crying but it won’t be me

My eyes are made of destiny

One of us is crying but it won’t be me

I’ll meet you in the middle

Our roads are going to cross one sunny day

The answers to a riddle, that no one knows

We’re not beaten but it’s hard and I don’t know the end

I want us to remember, only the two of us will ever know

We’ve only got one face, we’ve only got the one face to show to the world

You get the phone and I’ll get the door

You hit the road and I’ll hit the dance floor

You get the train and I’ll get the tube

You get the wall and I’ll break through

My mind is made of history

One of us is crying but it won’t be me

My eyes are made of destiny

One of us is crying but it won’t be me