Taking everything as a sign of the divine
Or of a purpose that you're never going to find
In every second you can find a tragedy
Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be
And you'll have what's left
Anyone's guess is better than a quest for meaning or enlightenment
That never ends.
Making promises changes honest men into shadows chasing lies
When it's all just a game of faking love to hold your place
From side to side face to face
Not getting by without a taste
In every second you can find a tragedy
Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be
