
The problem with sorting out
These probabilities is that
I’ve excluded serendipity
Sometimes, there’s no way
To explain the random chance
Of meeting long-lost loves
Crowded together on street corners
The problem with sorting out
These probabilities is that
I’ve excluded serendipity
Sometimes, there’s no way
To explain the random chance
Of meeting long-lost loves
Crowded together on street corners
There’s a battle going on
Inside the minds of men
Some of us are pawns
Some of us are kings
The battle is eternal
A duality of dark and light
On earth it’s a rehearsal
For the glory of the afterlife