I don't wanna believe that all of the above is true But I could be persuaded if you were to give me proof So why don't you come over Thursday, maybe we can talk it through As if some new information were possible to comprehend or introduce And after all, you and I are nothing more than this foregone conclusions You were too busy steering the conversation toward the Lord To hear the voice of the spirit begging you to shut the fuck up You thought it must be the devil trying to make you go astray But besides, it could not have been the Lord Because you don't believe he talks that way And after all, you and I are nothing more than his foregone conclusions And too close to call Yet we're still so tightly wound around our foregone conclusions Yeah, we're nothing more than this foregone conclusions