They say that these are not the best of times But they're the only times I've ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of our own Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes And I can only stand apart and sympathize For we are always what our situations hand us, It's either sadness or euphoria...sadness or euphoria.
So we'll argue and we'll compromise and realize That nothing's really changed. For all our mutual experience our separate conclusions Are the same. Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity Our reason co-exists with our insanity And though we choose between reality and madness It's either sadness or euphoria...sadness or euphoria.
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies And so we stand upon the ledges of our lives With our expected similarities...it's either sadness or euphoria.