[Verse 1] I saw you in an old film tonight. One heavy eyelid holding back the light. You'd smile and the balance would shift. Every expression had a different pull. I started waiting for the close-ups, just to see what your face would do. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I noticed because I have a lazy eye too. But yours wasn't something I looked past. It was something I looked at. [Chorus] You had a face I couldn't stop watching. Every glance changed the view. Nothing landed quite where I expected. That's what made it look like you. Years later, everything's even. Nothing catches like it used to. They fixed the thing I remembered you by. [Verse 2] I saw your face again today. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same name. But the movement had gone quiet. The surprise was gone from the frame. And maybe you wanted that. Maybe this is exactly how you wanted to look. I have no right to want it back just because I loved it. [Bridge] Isn't it strange— we call a thing imperfect until it's the thing no one else can imitate? The tilt. The pull. The crooked little pause before the expression finds its place. [Final Chorus] You had a face I couldn't stop watching. Not despite it. Because of it. Every glance shifted the frame. Every close-up changed the view. They fixed the thing I remembered you by. And maybe that's what you wanted. But perfect symmetry never made me look twice. You did. [Outro] Funny— I never thought it needed fixing. I thought it made you recognizable. Maybe that's all I'm trying to say. I knew your face because it didn't look like anybody else's.
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