I just need some kind of sign that’ll make things clear
I don’t know how we justify the things we do
I’m dancing trip-wires between love and objectivity
Everything I knew was wrong

The human eye can see but not believe
That its own beauty by design has been conceived

We create for ourselves a theology
Even if we choose to just not think
As if it were subject to subjectivity
Like some kind of contrived worldview eulogy

Yeah we create for ourselves a theology
To reconcile the pangs of guilt that stricken our lives
With an overwhelming lack of sensitivity
To numb the pain that stings inside

Don’t bring me down to your level I’m over
The things you say are set in stone
When you come down from the chip upon your shoulder
One of the few things worth fighting for is to understand

Just to make this clear,
The clouded gems and tarnished gold of ancient crowns
Lack lustre, shadowed in frozen flames, the dusk falls hard,
As winter swings into the spring

Our eyelids won't shade us from the sun
One of the few things worth fighting for is to understand
And to love beyond understanding, and without reason