We've been training now we look like each other

Face down and booked and printed for young lovers

Even as I write out of this song

The ink wears off but the beat goes on

I pledge my edge of the razor

No minor league night in the majors

Even though we cut up

We can really cut 'em down

Though you're sharper than me

It's too late to turn around

Heavy trading on the floor at the market

A million keys for my heart but they'll never unlock it

We played for laughs now love is the prize

If we're playing for keeps

Keep these tears from my eyes

I pledge my edge of the razor

No minor league night in the majors

Even though we cut up

We can really cut 'em down

Though you're sharper than me

It's too late to turn around

One slice of life one lover's lane

One man and a wife not taken in vain

While they're cutting deals with grim reapers

Tell me where'd you get those peepers

Well I filling out all the pages of this questionnaire

But I left out all the details of this affair

They'll never get it down on the books

So they'll never know how much it took

I pledge my edge of the razor

No minor league night in the majors

Even though we cut up

Even though we cut up

Even though we cut up

We can really cut 'em down

It's too late to turn around

We can really cut 'em down

It's too late to turn around

We can really cut 'em down

It's too late to turn around

It's too late

Lyrics by 卟 断 努 力