Lens

You and I are in the same room We both think we're fair We both live for truths But then how are we to define Something so subjective Living under the same roof So here, these battles of wills They beg for some proof Of right versus wrong Your approach seen as better than mine Though it's working for you All I feel is disconnection So now it's your, your religion Against my, my religion My humble opinion against yours This does not feel like love It's your, your conviction Against my, my conviction And I'd like to know what we'd see Through the lens of love Love Love Love And so now your grand assessment Is that I'm not in your group That I'm not your kind And so we're locked in a stalemate With you in your corner and me dismayed in mine So now it's your, your religion Against my, my religion My humble opinion against yours This does not feel like love It's your, your conviction Against my, my conviction And I'd like to know what we'd see Through the lens of love Love Love Love And this stance Keeps us locked in boxing gloves And this lie Remains about us being separate So now it's your, your religion Against my, my religion My humble opinion against yours This does not feel like love It's your, your conviction Against my, my conviction And I'd like to know what we'd see Through the lens of love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love