Both Sides

It's a mess sometimes, living our own lives
Rather stay in bed, be someone else instead
And the dividing lines, between wrong and right
How they blur with time, like a noble crime in hindsight

I wait for my opinion, but I can see both sides
And when the room is spinning, I can see both sides

All the wickedness, that I can't confess
How it bends and peaks, just like an LCD screen

And when the room is spinning, I can see both sides
I wait for my opinion, I can see both sides

And the writing on the wall
Is that there's no new information here at all
So read your magazines, and don't look at the ceiling

It's a mess sometimes, trying to analyze
Keeps you up in bed, when you should sleep instead
And the ferris wheel was it ever real
Being young and brave, and seeing the whole skyline

I wait for my opinion, but I can see both sides
And when the room is spinning, I can see both sides
But please do not mistake me, I'm still on your side
I'm still on your side