| Heads | Tails |
| Why should I trust a god who turns up late? | To love? Perhaps it's time to take the bait |
| The circumstances chafe me, urge me choose | When I've been trapped by such a subtle ruse |
| And you, my old companion, turn the screws. | Whichever way I fall, I'll surely lose. |
| That voice is whispering - it's getting late | Why do it now? Why is it I can't wait? |
| And if I find the right thing, is that fate? | The claims so finely balanced, delicate. |
| For if I don't, what reason may I use? | For if I don't - what freedom this renews |
| But if I do, what freedom will I lose? | But if I do, is reason what I'll lose? |
| If this is higher volume - that has weight. | And who is winning while I hesitate? |
| Like balancing a reason with a song | I'll act... but then suppose I've chosen wrong, |
| How will I know? Some things can't be compared. | Will wonders compensate if I've despaired? |
| Try loving truth, when you can't find what's true. | Whatever comes, I've trusted none like you... |
| So I will sit and hesitate for long, | You almost mock me when you say I'm strong, |
| No thing I think of can make me prepared, | Because within this shell, I think I'm scared. |
| Hand me the coin - it's all that I can do. | Far on I'll say: "If only then I knew..." |