Original

I'm looking for a way to tell you how I feel,
And I can't find a way without repeating,
What’s already been said,
What’s already been said,
Long before I came.

Blank page,
They tell me a song,
That I listened to for so long,
Like it’s already been said,
Like it’s already been said,
I liked it so much,
That I want to sing it to you.

These words have already been spoken,
You didn’t know,
How unoriginal,
How unoriginal,
Those promises have been made,
So many times,
I think I’ve made them too,
What a lack of imagination.

If it feels so original.

I have your eyes and your voice so close,
I can hardly believe what I see,
And what’s already been said,
Like it’s already been said,
I liked it so much,
That I want to sing it to you.

These words have already been spoken,
You didn’t know,
How unoriginal,
How unoriginal,
Those promises have been made,
So many times,
I think I’ve made them too,
What a lack of imagination.

If it feels so original.

To leave would be to tell you who I am,
And what I feel, to say it in silence,
Or to take you a serenade,
And confess it all at once.

What I feel,
Is original,
What we are,
Is original,
What you sing,
Is original,
What I feel,
Is original,
What we are,
Is original,
What I feel,
Is original,
When I look at you,
It’s original,
So original.