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 as we turn, 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

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.

[X3]