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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, SongtexteAs 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 Aus Songtexte Mania