You design what you witness
One sees black, the other gold
-> But you're blindly religious
Stick to the only side you know
So if you ask me, I see what I see
Maybe it's just part of the whole
Though it may not seem
Like we're in the same stream,
We're caught in the same undertow
We might not have planned on it
But it's all we have, it's what - we - get
So why hold on to what / might have been
-> When we all play a part in this tragicomedy
Boundaries start to bend,
We all depend on another in the end
Give up, start again, when doubts creep in
There wisdom can begin
To wash away the lines in the sand
Like a summer rain
And I can't understand, but somehow I know
When the plot unfolds, that we'll be alright
When the curtains fall
We might not have planned on it
But it's all we have, it's what - we - get
So why hold on to what / might have been
When we all play a part in this tragicomedy