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?