Two sides of a coin They each feel they walk the earth alone It's a story, about two men But if we're honest, well then Goldmund gets more pages than his friend Right in the middle Where nothing ever grows It's a binary riddle A zero one code You wanna talk about trust? You wanna talk about balance? It's a two-faced deal But always very real Not a thing I can do Not a thing that I can feel Right in the middle Where nothing ever grows It's a binary riddle A zero one code I'm the lightning strike That's gonna hit you like The massage chair's electrical shock I accept and I deny The storm's calm eye I'm a simple combination lock Bet your lunch Money now But we'll decide Anyhow When the bell rings Pick a side Cause it's time for those two To get down for a fight Right in the middle Where nothing ever grows It's a binary riddle A zero one code