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
