MUSIC FOR SALE

Each morning we part with a kiss and a grin,
You rush to your tasks as I’m dive into mine.
A stroller, a bus, or your salon’s spin,
We meet in the evening, our day in rewind.

But sometimes we part with no words in the air,
Just glances that whisper of something unclear.
No anger, no blame — just silence laid bare,
Like clouds in the sky when a storm draws near.

On weekends we flee to the forest or shore,
With laughter and wind dancing freely once more.
The children run wild, our feet in the sand,
We build tiny kingdoms with time in our hands.

And sometimes we go where the silence is deep,
A mountain, a spa, or a night without sleep.
No cartoons, no calls, no knocking at doors,
Just two quiet hearts and hotel room floors.

[Chorus]
But still you stay close, through sunshine and rain,
And maybe that's love — through pleasure and pain.

When evening arrives, you shift like a tide,
Your warmth disappears, and your anger won’t hide.
You snap like a wire, your tone turns to ice,
A dragon unleashed, never asking me twice.

You breathe with a fury I don’t understand,
Like storms that erupt without touching the land.
I speak, but you slice with your words in return,
And leave me to wonder how bridges still burn.

And still, in the silence that follows your storm,
You lie close beside me, still distant, still warm.
No words of regret, just a hand on my chest,
As if saying "I'm here," though you won't say the rest.

I don’t know why you still love me at all,
You push and you pull, you rise and you fall.
And yet you come back like the sea to the shore,
Your silence still whispers: "I’m yours evermore."

[Chorus]
But still you stay close, through sunshine and rain,
And maybe that's love — through pleasure and pain.

There are moments I wonder if we’re truly right,
If we’re just surviving from fight to fight.
But then you just laugh, and I feel that spark —
Like stars still glowing inside all this dark.

We’re not perfect, not even near,
But we show up each day, despite every fear.
Love isn’t a song — it’s staying when tough,
It’s choosing each other when “enough” feels enough.

[Bridge]
It doesn’t really matter the how or the why,
What matters is you and I still try.
We laugh, we cry, and we carry each other,
In chaos and calm — as lovers, as lovers.

[Chorus]
But still you stay close, through sunshine and rain,
And maybe that's love — through pleasure and pain.
But still you stay close, through sunshine and rain,
And maybe that's love — through pleasure and pain.