If I could believe two and two is five Two wrongs make a right Well then, man alive Lost in my insolence and sneers That might sound like prayers You were from heaven sent Then just losing you Would be my punishment But in the hour of disgrace I might see his face Then I know I might Sleep all through the night But how many times must I wake in fright Nagging doubts still tugging on my sleeve If I could believe two and two is five Two wrongs make a right Well then, man alive Lost in my insolence and sneers That might sound like prayers