I tried to write about the stars, the open sea, the endless sky, Something deep and philosophical, a song that makes you cry. But every line keeps turning back, like waves upon the shore, I swear I didn’t mean to, but it’s you I’m writing for. I wanted something different, something fresh, something new, But every word I put down only leads me back to you. Oh no, not another love song, Didn’t wanna write your name. But here I am just humming, And it’s driving me insane. I tried to make it different, But my heart won’t play along. So here we go, I give up— Guess this is just another love song. Thought I'd write about the rain, the way it dances in the street, Or how the city never sleeps, the rhythm of its beat. But every melody I play, every chord that I pursue, It all just sounds like poetry, and every word is for you. I wanted something different, something fresh, something new, But every time I start again, the song just sings of you. Oh no, not another love song, Didn’t wanna write your name. But here I am just humming, And it’s driving me insane. I tried to make it different, But my heart won’t play along. So here we go, I give up— Guess this is just another love song. I could write about the moonlight, shining on the boulevard, But then I see your silhouette, and there goes that idea—so hard! I could write about the seasons, winter, summer, spring and fall, But all I feel is you and me, so what’s the point at all? Oh no, not another love song, Guess that’s all I’ve got to say. No matter what I start with, You still find your way. So here’s to something different, That still feels the same. Yeah, I tried—but here I am— Writing just another love song.
