| A little voice of reason | |
| tellin me that I should go away | |
| Can't take this situation | |
| Every day is like the other day | |
| Like a ghost on a painted wall | |
| Never really here | |
| Like the waves of a distant shore | |
| Never really clear | |
| Coz this love | |
| Lookin for an answer from above | |
| Because | |
| What we have is never quite enough | |
| They say, the more you give the more you get | |
| Well, ok, guess I'll give it all to get someday | |
| Keep talkin, spinning words | |
| To the night till they become a web | |
| The words that keep us here | |
| Never were better left unsaid | |
| Like a fly up against the glass | |
| Cannot find his way | |
| Like a dream who's time has past... | |
| Never fade away | |
| Coz this love | |
| looking for an answer from above | |
| Because | |
| What we have is never quite enough | |
| They say, the more you give the more you get | |
| Well, ok, guess I'll give it all to get someday... | |
| This love... | |
| They say, the more you give the more you get (oh yeah) | |
| Well, Ok, guess I'll give it all to get someday... |