You know how likely it is To be anyone at all In the chances We fall for this Love to fall There is more or nothing Than a definite something Lots of darkness and chaos By the light of this outside chance We are miraculous By the luck of this happenstance You and me Miraculous We've been so reckless With our outside chances If God has sense of humor She's got crude temper The house sides I've stacked Against modern romance We are the lucky bastards in this Dark, dark matter And the odds are stacked against And the chances seem kinda slim And it doesn't mean anything And it doesn't mean anything You and I You and I You and I