Every day we see more of the same, Even if it’s in a different way. Every time we repeat its name, I think of your musical face. If they find us undeserving of The right to say exactly what it does, We’ll know that the push has come to shove, And now we need another word for love. Cat had my tongue while you were speaking out. Got carried away, you’re watching as I fade. Oh little fires, you’re all just future souls and bodies Running away from how they say the story goes. Every day we see more of the same, Even if it’s in a different way. Every time we repeat it’s name, I think of your musical face. If they find us undeserving of The right to say exactly what it does, We’ll know that the push has come to shove, And now we need another word for love. Pulling me up out of my minor key. Falling away, singing in the mess I’d made. Oh happy day, if we’re all souls inside of bodies. Your musical face, smiling all the things you know. Every day we see more of the same, Even if it’s in a different way. Every time we repeat it’s name, I think of your musical face. If they find us undeserving of The right to say exactly what it does, We’ll know that the push has come to shove, And now we need another word for love.