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 'gainst my (my) religion

My humble opinion 'gainst yours

This does not feel like love

It's your (your) conviction 'gainst 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 'gainst my (my) religion

My humble opinion 'gainst yours

This does not feel like love

It's your (your) conviction 'gainst 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 'gainst my (my) religion

My humble opinion 'gainst yours

This does not feel like love

It's your (your) conviction 'gainst my (my) conviction

And I'd like to know what we'd see

Through the lens of love... love... love... love