I don't wanna believe that all of the above is true
But I could be persuaded if you were to give me proof
So why don't you come over Thursday, maybe we can talk it through
As if some new information were possible to comprehend or introduce

And after all, you and I are nothing more than foregone conclusions

And you were too busy steering the conversation toward the Lord
to hear the voice of the spirit, begging you to shut the fuck up
You thought, it must be the devil, tryin to make you go astray
And besides, it could not have been the Lord because you don't believe he talks that way

And after all, you and I are nothing more than foregone conclusions

Too close to call, yet we're still so tightly wound around our foregone conclusions

Yeah we're nothing more than foregone conclusions