Two men were standing, fighting, demanding
They could not decide who was right
Voices were changing, attacks were exchanging
One man yelled, You've got it backwards, it backwards!”
Two leaders of the church,
They never know they were
In love with the same thing
The body's divided, opinions collided
The men drew a line in the sand
One wants tradition, the other, petition
Both saying, I want it my way, it my way”
Two leaders of the church,
They never know they were
In love with the same thing
So what was the result?
In love with the same thing
(They never spoke of you that day
There was no love in that place)