We could wrestle with tomorrow Till tomorrow's in the past Cause i have torn apart what's beautiful To prove that nothing last I have stayed locked behind this door To show there's no way out I've got lost within the space between the question and the doubt On an ordinary day In an ordinary way I have combed the cracks of virtue, For a place to lay the blame And i have hated, i have lied Been guilty and denied I've dismissed the ones who question me, Declaring, "i am right!" What if i'm wrong? What if i'm wrong? I have built a wall between what i believe and what is true Is this soul worth saving at all? Because if i lose my wings, then surely i must fall And god, thank..for .. We could wrestle with tomorrow till tomorrow's in the past We could tear apart what's beautiful To prove that nothing last We could stay locked behind the doors to show there's no way out What if we're wrong?