Lens
You and I are in the same roomWe both think we're fairWe both live for truthsBut then how are we to defineSomething so subjectiveLiving under the same roofSo here these battles of willsThey beg for some proofOf right versus wrongYour approach seems better than mineThough it's working for youAll I feel is disconnection
So now it's your (your) religion 'gainst my (my) religionMy humble opinion 'gainst yoursThis does not feel like loveIt's your (your) conviction 'gainst my (my) convictionAnd I'd like to know what we've seenThrough the lens of love
Love...love...love
And so now your grand assessment is that I'm not in your groupThat I'm not your kindAnd so we're locked in a stalemateWith you in your corner and me dismayed in mine
So now it's your (your) religion 'gainst my (my) religionMy humble opinion 'gainst yoursThis does not feel like loveIt's your (your) conviction 'gainst my (my) convictionAnd I'd like to know what we've seenThrough the lens of love
Love...love...love
And this stance keeps us locked in biophiliasAnd this lie remains about us being separate
So now it's your (your) religion 'gainst my (my) religionMy humble opinion 'gainst yoursThis does not feel like loveIt's your (your) conviction 'gainst my (my) convictionAnd I'd like to know what we've seenThrough the lens of love
Love...love...love