Ripples on water aren’t the kind of thing that can be captured
They have to be lived to really truly be realized
Like my mother’s love for her daughter, like when a thousand footsteps falter
Like the moment you try to see the world through someone else’s eyes

Freeze frames don’t have this sort of beauty
The beauty I see every day in the world
Loving and living and crying and singing
About the way I fall in love with every day again

Rain clouds and runaways, long walks on windy days
Ways we try to differentiate between broken hearts and broken minds
Playgrounds, oh they’re waterfalls; piano bars and curtain calls
The way your heart feels all tangled up with mine

Freeze frames don’t have this sort of beauty
The beauty I see every day in the world
Loving and living and crying and singing
About the way I fall in love with every day again

A baby’s laughter, the way I’m enraptured
By the mutual praise of the sun’s rays drenching trees reaching to the sky
Sidewalk chatter, and hope in disaster
Or the moment you find the world in someone else’s eyes

Freeze frames don’t have this sort of beauty
The beauty I see every day in the world
Loving and living and crying and singing
About the way I fall in love with every day
Oh the way I fall in love with every day
Oh the way every day seems to make me fall in love all over again