Out an outside shrine there's a place Selling bouquets of cellophane That's where they meet in this tassel of place And the more they see, the more they sing Thrown like the winter roses Into a broken vase They're playing the hand they play All in the came they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders, who do you know She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders, who do you know And it's closed out covered in June And she rise into spinning sheets Still the pulse and the power of you And what you see isn't what's underneath They're playing the hand they play All in the came they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders, who do you know She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders, who do you know She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders, who do you know She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders, who do you know Outsiders, who do you know