We can wrestle with tomorrow until tomorrow's in the past

I have torn apart the beautiful to prove that nothing lasts

I have stayed locked behind these doors to show there's no way out

I got lost in the space between the question and the doubt

On an ordinary day

In an ordinary way

I have holed 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?

I have built a wall between what I believe and what is true

I have sacrificed the love I have for power over you

I have inflicted those who disagree and walked over the weak

I have placed a gun within the mouth of those who dare to speak

On an ordinary day

In an ordinary way

I have crushed the minds of children with extraordinary shame

I have carried on this war, though no one wins an endless fight

I have claimed that God confined in me, and killed to prove I'm right

What if I'm wrong?

Is this soul worth saving at all?

Because if I lose my wings, then surely I must fall

*Damien high-pitched jibbber-habber*

Girl:

If we wrestle with tomorrow until tomorrow's in the past

We can tear apart the beautiful to prove that nothing lasts

We can stay locked behind these doors to show there's no way out

We got lost in the space between the question and the doubt

What if we're wrong?