She's no medicine for the ticking of the clock
When you're dying of thirst
Not the smile at your very worst joke
That blasts from the scaffolds
Not the priciest wine
You drink without a hangover
No flower garden in bloom
Not one from a thousand nights
Not the end of all my waiting
No, more than I'd really wanna admit
She's no lame excuse for what I'd have liked to be
No stick to beat with
No guarantee at all for a long happy life
She's no answer to the question of our existence
Not the loveliest symphony in the movie called the two of us
Not the clean cool bed that can take my fevers away
Not the rhythm of my heart
Not the purest conscience
She didn't come at the right time
And I don't care either
Because more than I'd really wanna admit
Between everything I had and how that suddenly came alive
What's sketched in pencil
Can be filled in with color
Between never a thing going on and everything to experience
Between never, and maybe, now and then
So many singers, so many words
But whatever anyone tries, no comparison is right
Maybe it's kinda simple
But all I wanna hear is
She makes the difference, she makes the difference
Because she's no good talk nobody's waiting for
Not the flag I fight under
No advice for all my complaints
Not the very last way out we hadn't thought about for ages
But more than I'd really wanna admit she makes the difference