Feel, all the colours run and she says you look so good in grey,
maybe it’s because she only ever…
Leaves, falling to the ground without a sound, she could be anyone.
If only we had all the time to grieve.

Tears, falling through our hands as he says you don’t exist today,
I’ve seen how you pray and I don’t believe,
faith is a gun you shoot and run aimed at just anyone.
The time, the time has come.

Don’t forget to play, every day,
every day, every day, every single day.
Don’t listen to what they say, pray your own way,
every day, every day, every single…

Day, defeated by the night, and they say,
our fear of the dark, is just our fear of change.
The singing in our ears, just reveals we can be anyone,
The time, the time has come.

Don’t forget to play, every day,
every day, every day, every single day.
Don’t listen to what they say, pray your own way,
every day, every day, every single, every single…

Day, every day, every day,
every day, every day, every single day.
Don’t listen to what they say, pray your own way,
every day, every day, every single, every single…

“Every Day” music and lyrics by Karen White & Mark Robertson © 2011
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