Like a sculptor who finds himself
Everything that's not the statue
We sing the same melody
We sing the same melody
But not with the same harmonies
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
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
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
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 we have to decide
To reach our own pattern
Our pattern that's not dull