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