We are mistaken... these nights, these words, these widescreens.
The trials of bad habits. the motives for wanting better things.

The science moves faster. our bodies taking over.
This religion is our balance. one thought that brings us focus.
I got thinkin' about it late, late last night.
I couldn't sleep because these sounds in my head kept entering
My heart and in my mind. i've got to get this out.

(chorus)
I can barely remember where we went wrong and what we confused,
...and i know all the answers but somehow life just seems to choose.

We are mistaken... these nights, these words, these widescreens.
The trials of bad habits. we falter for thinking better things.
We're broken but getting better. the contract moves into a sculpture.
A new scene is appearing... and this sky out my
Window is coming clean.

(chorus)
I can barely remember where we went wrong and what we confused,
...and i know all the answers but somehow life just seems to choose.