I don't understand, was it meant to be?
Was forever in our plans, can it ever be?
The smothering of hands, was it meant to be?
The bettering of man's the intent I want to see,

But I don't understand the pleasures that you seek,
Are you measuring this man, by how you think he thinks?
You like to think you're grand, but your thinking isn't free,
Your life is really bland and you're still in disbelief.

So the errors in your hands and the pressures that you feed,
Endeavors you expand as you're living with the grief,
Doing better on exams, than you would ever think,
The letters that you scan for the widening of cheeks,

Breaking down the dams, so the rivers they can weep,
The Self is just a scam to keep the span from being seen,
You think you're clever with a plan, but together’s what you need,
And if you don't understand, well that's because of me.

Was it meant to be
The thought of you and me
(that’s because of me)

Was it meant to be
The thought of you and me.

I don't understand, was it meant to be?
The blokes just a man, you seem set on what you need,
Are you factoring his hands, and the way you feel his heat?
There's a chapter in the pan, and the play is so unique,

Deflecting where you stand with the language of retreat,
Respect in demand but the act is never seen,
Inspecting the strands so you can vanquish who you've been,
Reflecting the plans to try and manage how you're seen,

But you will never understand, until you set yourself free,
Was it better just to chance, or to feel you need to be?
Perfect in his arms, who is realer when you're weak,
Was it worth healing scars, or would you rather never weep?

The person you need, the person you mislead,
With the versions you remark as disturbances to peace,
Did he mistreat her heart with recurring motifs?
Or did she believe in halves not yet ripe to be a team.? (tell me)

Was it meant to be
The thought of you and me
(that’s because of me)

Was it meant to be
The thought of you and me.
(not yet ripe to be a team)

Would you please check your ideas and opinions at the door, all your philosophical and religious views, all your logic, and view what is as if you didn’t even know how to talk. There is just this jazz.

But yo the moment never flees,
So are you open to receive
Simply floating on the sea
and growing closer to retrieve

The person that we need,
from simply learning how to be,
All the hurting set free,
sitting perfectly in peace… peace

Was it meant to be
The thought of you and me

Was it meant to be
The thought of you and me.