Lens

You and I are in the same room
We both think we're fair
We both live for truths
But then how are we to define
Something so subjective
Living under the same roof

So here, these battles of wills
They beg for some proof
Of right versus wrong
Your approach seen as better than mine
Though it's working for you
All I feel is disconnection

So now it's your, your religion
Against my, my religion
My humble opinion against yours
This does not feel like love
It's your, your conviction
Against my, my conviction
And I'd like to know what we'd see
Through the lens of love

Love
Love
Love

And so now your grand assessment
Is that I'm not in your group
That I'm not your kind
And so we're locked in a stalemate
With you in your corner and me dismayed in mine

So now it's your, your religion
Against my, my religion
My humble opinion against yours
This does not feel like love
It's your, your conviction
Against my, my conviction
And I'd like to know what we'd see
Through the lens of love

Love
Love
Love

And this stance
Keeps us locked in boxing gloves
And this lie
Remains about us being separate

So now it's your, your religion
Against my, my religion
My humble opinion against yours
This does not feel like love
It's your, your conviction
Against my, my conviction
And I'd like to know what we'd see
Through the lens of love

Love
Love
Love

Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love