It's in the faces of the static on the radio It's in the faces of the traffic on my way home And so I tiptoe eyes closed Hoping for the naught now Same print, new post Crying out loud It's the same hit, new dance Just a different spark now But that's no life at all We're always changing faces, faces, faces Going through phases, phases, phases It's in the places that the fashion numbers say so We're listening to some imaginary game show And so I tiptoe eyes closed Standing on my rain clouds Same print, new post Crying out loud It's the same hit, new dance Just a different spark now But that's no life at all We're always changing faces, faces, faces Going through phases, phases, phases We're always changing faces, faces We're always changing faces We're always changing faces, faces We're always changing, changing ♪ And so I tiptoe eyes closed Standing on my rain clouds But that's no life at all ♪ We're always changing faces, faces Going through phases, phases, phases We're always changing faces, faces We're always changing faces We're always changing faces, faces We're always changing, changing