Lyrics

The Essence Stays the Same
You throw words like knives,
They cut me deep,
A circus act that haunts my sleep.
I could let it go,
but no. . .
I get even.

Now you?re lying near, crying dear,
And I am at a loss I fear,
To explain how we got here.

Well it only feels like every night,
We live the day to fuss and fight.
I know that?s wrong, it just feels that way.
Doesn?t really matter much,
How we got so out of touch,
There?s just one thing, left to say.
One thing left to say.

So I say,
Great mountains rise and fall,
Forests burn and then grow tall,
The darkest clouds clear after rain.
You may think that I?m deranged,
But, babe, you know it ain?t that strange
That while the shapes may change,
The essence stays the same.

Well what?s that look upon your face,
Like I fell behind in the human race?
I just can?t stand to bring you down.
No, I don?t claim to be prophetic,
I ain?t trying to wax poetic.
C?mon girl, don?t get me wrong.
Baby, don?t get me wrong.
I?ll try again.

And I say,
Great mountains rise and fall,
Forests burn and then grow tall,
The darkest clouds clear after rain.
Our moods may rearrange,
But, babe, you know the love remains,
While the shapes may change, the essence stays the same,
While the shapes may change, the essence stays the same.

There may come those times we want to quit,
So tired of taking it,
Just pack our bags and hit the road.
But if I ever feel that way,
long before I drift away,
I know that soon I?ll be the one who needs. . .
You to say these words to me.
And I hope you will,

Say,
Great mountains rise and fall,
Forests burn and then grow tall,
The darkest clouds clear after rain.
You know moods may rearrange,
But, babe, our love remains,
and while the shapes may change,
The essence stays the same.
Our moods may rearrange,
But, babe, the love remains,
and while the shapes may change,
The essence stays the same.

Yeah while the shapes may change,
The essence stays the same,
Shapes may change,
You can shake it or bake it,
Bend never break it,
Roast it, toast it, flambé alamode,
It?s saltwater taffy, sometimes silly putty,
But no matter how you slice it,
Or dice it or spice it
The essence it stays. . .
The same.