| This Isn't My Song |
|---|
| If it’s not the end |
| Then it’s the means |
| That’s your way |
| Of doing things |
| All these simple melodies |
| Find their way into your memory |
| This will never be my song |
| This one was meant for you all along |
| It’s nothing profound |
| Just a sweet sound, ah |
| If it’s not the end |
| Then it’s the means |
| That’s your way |
| Of doing things |
| Stacks of paper |
| Muted white |
| Lay neglected in the glaring light |
| I will always be your girl |
| In the still point of the turning world |
| But this isn’t my song, oh |
| This isn’t my song |
| It’s nothing profound |
| Just as we turn, oh |
| If it’s not the end |
| Then it’s the means |
| That’s your way |
| Of doing things |
| If it’s not the end |
| Then it’s the means |
| That’s your way |
| Of doing things |
| If it’s not the end |
| Then it’s the means |
| That’s your way |
| Of doing things |
