Every Love Is Its Own Kind

[Verse 1]
You keep your old postcards in a kitchen drawer
I save the small stones from the places we walk
You laugh when the kettle begins to complain
I know how you take your tea by the rain

[Pre-Chorus]
No ruler could measure the shape of a hand
No borrowed story could tell us who we are

[Chorus]
Every love is its own kind of beautiful
A different road, a different view
There’s no prize for being more or less
I find my whole wide world in you
Every love is its own kind of beautiful
No two hearts have the same way through
Let the years make a language only we know
I choose this life, I choose you

[Verse 2]
Your shoes by the doorway, my coat on the chair
A book left open, your comb in my hair
We miss the last bus and walk home slow
Trading the stories we didn’t tell before

[Pre-Chorus]
No scale could weigh what a quiet day means
No borrowed ending can finish our scene

[Chorus]
Every love is its own kind of beautiful
A different road, a different view
There’s no prize for being more or less
I find my whole wide world in you
Every love is its own kind of beautiful
No two hearts have the same way through
Let the years make a language only we know
I choose this life, I choose you

[Bridge]
If every map were laid out on the floor
Ours would still be the one I’m looking for
Not higher, not brighter, not measured in miles
Just your tired eyes and that crooked smile
And when the seasons pull the branches bare
I’ll meet you in the ordinary there

[Final Chorus]
Every love is its own kind of beautiful
A different road, a different view
No prize, no ladder, no borrowed measure
Could say what this small life can do
Every love is its own kind of beautiful
No two hearts have the same way through
Let the years make a language only we know
I choose this life, I choose you
I choose this life, I choose you

[Outro]
Your postcards sleep in the kitchen drawer
I leave one more by the door