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