(Stephanie)
Every now and then I’m paranoid that it’s a trap
And I think I’m on track but I know there are twists and turns
Along the way, life hurts…
But I can never resist
Making friends, making love, making sense
Proving to ourselves that this all makes sense
Living in a dream
All we’ve got is all we have
What is life if it won’t last?
What we choose to perceive
Becomes what we believe
So bound by symmetry
Perfect history
Shame and blame
Everybody says, it’s not their fault
Side-by-side
We are one in the same
In the same game
Oh save me
Care for me
Share your love with me carefully

(Shakir)
Every now and then I’m paranoid that it’s a trap
And I think I’m on track, but I know there are twists
In the ladders of experience that bridge the gap
Between the few things in life that we can never resist
Making friends, making love, making sense
Proving to ourselves that this is actually the present tense
Flip-flopping from memories to hopes and dreams
Constantly afraid that what we’re seeing isn’t how it seems
Consistently aware that all we’ve got is all we’ve ever had
And realizing limits don’t submit but create good and bad
Relentlessly subjected to the speed of our perceptions
Vision as a crutch
We never make exceptions
When it comes to the super-basic feeling facts
Acidic wheeling mounting tacks
Suspended by the ropes of all the things that we have written down
Wearing see-through dressing gowns
Using nakedness as ammunition; the honorific silent sounds
Of shame and blame, evolution and the melting pot
Everybody is convinced that all our problems are
But they are not inherent
And we can’t blame the media
Our parents, the government, or our faith in academia
Cause either way we flip it, the coin has to land on a side
And somehow, our similarities become the tools we use
To divide our population into characteristics
Buy our egos back using capitalistic
Objectifications and representations
Of disguised romantic thought about our road to salvation
Because we never stopped caring
But we may have stopped sharing our love in a race to the good

I’m sure that I would help you if I really understood
If I knew that I could
If I knew that I could
If I knew that I could
Maybe if I knew that you would