LEARN LYRICS

Like a sculptor who finds himself
With a slab of marble
The sculptor removes
Everything that's not the statue
That's it, my pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We sing the same melody
We sing the same melody
But not with the same harmonies
I sing at this octave
And me at this octave
I sing the same words
Not quite the same words
Not quite the same words
Not quite the same words
Not quite the same words
Not quite the same words
Not quite the same words
Not quite the same words
Exactly the same words
Exactly the same words
The same words
Do you like making music with me?
Yes, I like making music with you
Look over there, the sun's glowing red
I play synth for you
I play guitar for you
I play piano for you
I play flute for you
We play the same melody
We play the same melody
But not with the same sound
And that makes us less dumb
And that makes us less dumb
And that makes us less dumb
And that makes us less dumb
And that makes us less dumb
And that makes us less dumb
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
We've got the same tempo
But not the same pattern
And life, it has a tempo
But that tempo forces a grid on us
Of seven days a week
Twenty-four hours a day
Sixty minutes an hour
And lots of seconds
And we have to decide
What we remove
To reach our own pattern
Our pattern that's not dull
That's never dull