LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song

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