Everybody wants to be right

I don’t think we know where we go when we die

Maybe we’re talking about the same place

Maybe our words just get in the way

I think I’m okay

Not giving it a name

I think we’re missing the point

When we stop listening to someone

looking at the other side of the same thing

There’s something for me to learn

From your perspective

But we can’t get there if only one of us

Is extending

How can you say you’re looking at the sky

When you built a ceiling

How does the light get in?

Can we take the air out, so the fire dies down?

We can listen to the other side

If we’re all wrong, it’s all right

We can listen to the other side

We can listen

Everybody wants to be heard

Making room for my voice doesn’t take away yours

I wanna meet you in the middle ground

Where we both can lay our weapons down

I wanna understand you

Will you do the same for me, too?

I think we’re missing the point

When we stop growing

When we start talking

like we got it all figured out

We feel so far apart and all defensive

When we could be having really good conversations

How can you say you’re looking at the sky

When you built a ceiling

How does the light get in?

Can we take the air out, so the fire dies down?

We can listen to the other side

If we’re all wrong, it’s all right

We can listen to the other side

We can listen

We can listen

If we’re all wrong, it’s all right

We can listen to the other side

We can listen

We can listen