The desk all covered up in scars
The alarm clock frozen where it was
The letter that you wrote that day
And all the things you left behind
Faded colors, memories wearing thin
And somehow, out of nowhere, they begin to shine
Funny how the smallest fragments
Are the ones that still remain
We’ve been walking down our own separate roads
Moved by different movies, singing different songs
And maybe that’s the very reason
Our paths crossed along the way
I wonder what is waiting on the other side
Tell me everything that brought you here
Every color in the scenes your eyes have seen
I wanna know them all
Not a single thing was ever wasted
Not a single tear was meaningless
Lay your story next to mine
And hey, come sing with me
I lost the key and thought that door
Would stay forever closed to me
Then somehow, suddenly, I understood
There’s more than one way in
We each leave behind our own signs in this world
The way we feel, the way we live—they’re never quite the same
And maybe that’s the very reason
We learned to accept each other
Now we can sit face to face and talk it through
Tell me everything that brought you here
Even all the words you’ve kept hidden away
I wanna hear them all
I never wanna have to say, “I never knew”
Or turn away and say, “It’s not my concern”
Lay your worries next to mine
And let’s work through them together
For someone whose footsteps
Beat a rhythm different from our own
Even if they cannot see us
Even if they cannot hear us
Let’s keep leaving something here
So someday, we can find each other
I’ll tell you everything that brought me here
Every color in the scenes my eyes have seen
I’ll share them all with you
Not a single road was ever easy
There’s no such thing as a simple life
I’ll lay my story next to yours
And I’ll sing along with you
Tell me everything that brought you here
Every color in the scenes your eyes have seen
I wanna know them all
Not a single thing was ever wasted
Not a single tear was meaningless
Lay your story next to mine
And hey, come sing with me
Oh, this song of ours
This song of ours
(The notebook from that day
The trophy from that day
The test we took that day
The CD from that day
The tie I wore that day
The TV from that day
The photograph from that day
The coffee from that day
The train I rode that day
The meal I had at work that day
The T-shirt from that day
The interview from that day
The heels from that day
The show we played that day
The sound we heard that day)
This day we’re living now
This day we’re living now
