"Happy Hypocrites"

I see your smile a mile away
High beams on as if to say
You've finally found it, you're surrounded
By the kind that feel the same
They carry on just the same as you

And you could have it
You could have it all figured out
Or you could live, a happy hypocrite in doubt
Not quite grasping the truth
But not quite wanting to prove
Yourself wrong with it

Your haughty eyes are free of shame
Grace covers all you can't reclaim
You've finally found at least the sound of it
In a symphony it came
Will you ever hear above the symphony again

And you could have it
You could have it all figured out
Or you could live, a happy hypocrite in doubt
Not quite grasping the truth
But not quite wanting to prove
Yourself wrong with it

Seems like the only ones who believe in grace
Are the ones who misuse
Who don't really believe the weight of the words
The Church of the Excuse
And on the arm of the Bride
A self-inflicted bruise
Singing, I'm happy, I'm healed
What more