I hardly think our happiness was diminished
Just because our love wasn't cliche
I doubt the sun shined less on our faces
Just because we didn't scream love at all times

We are some kind of lovers
We are some kind of friends
As time spins around and around
We will become some kind of self

Everyone knows how to tell me like that
But no one has ever read a part of a page
Everyone writes down their interpretation
But no one has ever thrown me a glance

We are not some kind of lovers
We are not some kind of friends
As time spins around and around
We are still just some kind of self