Tell me how this has all come about by chance   Tell me that this feeling I get from her eyes is just chemical rush to the head   Tell me that we all are a program set by some being or a force   Oh but tell me how the slave in the cave can know the shadows on the wall   But we’ll fight as long as we have breath still in our lungs   And we’ll wrestle the angel ‘till we’ve made it on our own   Oh man in tension   A man in tension   Tell me that our hearts can all reflect His hands and side   Tell me how our words add up to what He did   And we’ll fight as long as we have breath still in our lungs   And we’ll wrestle the angel ‘till we’ve made it on our own   Oh man in tension   A man in tension   Still we’ll wrestle the angel ‘till we’ve made it on our own.   Oh man in tension…