They say that these are not the best of times,
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known,
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover’s eyes,
And I can only stand apart and sympathize.
For we are always what our situations hand us…
It’s either sadness or euphoria.
And so we argue and we compromise,
And realize that nothing’s ever changed,
For all our mutual experience, our seperate conclusions are the same.
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity,
Our reason co-exists with our insanity.
And though we choose between reality and madness…
It’s either sadness or euphoria.
How thooughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don’t fulfill each other’s fantasies.
And so we’ll stand upon the ledges of our lives,
With our respective similarities…
It’s either sadness or euphoria.