With being right we're actually wrong,
And while being wrong, we're always to some degree right.
Curled up in every truth there's always a lying line and in every lie, there's always a sparkle of truth.
There are never absolutes;
There's no perfect truth and no perfect lie
Just the in-betweens, hidden behind the lines.
Largely depending on the ear that listens and the mouth that speaks;
There's no farthest point, no bitter end and no peak.
If you don't agree, then let's agree to disagree;
Exactly my point; there are no absolutes,
At least that's a guarantee.
And while being wrong, we're always to some degree right.
Curled up in every truth there's always a lying line and in every lie, there's always a sparkle of truth.
There are never absolutes;
There's no perfect truth and no perfect lie
Just the in-betweens, hidden behind the lines.
Largely depending on the ear that listens and the mouth that speaks;
There's no farthest point, no bitter end and no peak.
If you don't agree, then let's agree to disagree;
Exactly my point; there are no absolutes,
At least that's a guarantee.