Текст песни Winners - Maria Doyle Kennedy

Acting like winners when everything is f*cked,
Rolling like we were the last two people on earth to have luck,
Like you were the last sips of life and I was the cup

Rolling like vengeance held the shape of your hand,
And every missed step and wrong turn was just something we′d planned,
And I sewed you onto a flag as the last decent man

Coming down,
Holding in,
Made of something more than skin,
A tiny hand to hold your back,
Show you something that you lack