Twenty past seven
The steam still rising from your coffee cup
All I've ever wanted was everything
And all at once
And if I'm ever gonna get any better
One way or another
I'll have to settle
But to me settling's
Never seemed good enough

But if I'm ever gonna get this right
I need to settle for an honest fight
The world is a picture
Paint it on paper
So cut it into pieces
And put it back together

Twenty past eleven
The gloom standing over me like a body guard
Guarding on something I'm not sure I even want
Eight past four in the morning
Waiting for sleep that never comes
This is when the hope of a better day
Dies with dawn
But if I'm ever gonna get this right
I need to settle for an honest fight
It's hard to stay fixed on making things better
When there's no one there to make it better for