Talk is cheap, show me what you believe
What do you make of such a violent history
A poster reads: Heaven waits, sign up for guarantees
I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as certainty
I suppose faith and doubt are two sides of the same coin
In this mystery

Who are we to question?
Who are we to answer?
Like it's a matter of heads or tails
I don't wanna lose this
And I don't want to forget
There could be magic behind the veil
Beyond perception
Poor signal lost in translation
There could be something there

What do we know about the heavens and below?
We're only kids trying on our parents' clothes
We've got their mess and we'll make some of our own
But in the end we belong to a lineage of lost souls
As the coin flips, we just can't help it
We'll always predict how it all unfolds

Who are we to question?
Who are we to answer?
Like it's a matter of heads or tails
I don't wanna lose this
And I don't want to forget
There could be magic behind the veil
Who are we to question?
Who are we to answer?
Like it's a matter of heads or tails
I don't wanna lose this
And I don't want to forget
There could be magic behind the veil

Like the secret ingredient in some sacred recipe
As it turns out, my unholy doubt is the very thing
That helps me believe