| You're not always right cos there is no right | |
| Oh the absolute is an illusion | |
| A made-up, safe resolution | |
| I'm not always right cos there is no right | |
| & I can't fake the sympathy | |
| That this melancholy demands of me | |
| Your diamond acts as a prism & I'm blinded by it | |
| You are an anachronism & I'm humbled by it all | |
| So please go easy on me, I bear naught but adoration | |
| Your gracefulness is beyond me | |
| & nothing's worth complication | |
| Our dials fall in alignment & ease the breathing | |
| The bases heed to the climate & bleed the xylem dry | |
| I'm not always right cos there is no right | |
| I'm not always right | |
| You're not always right |