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