| Song | More |
| Artist | John Waite |
| Album | Temple Bar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:J.Waite/A.Krizan Music:J.Waite/A.Krizan | |
| Fell out of the sky sometime in 1952 | |
| Through the radiance | |
| Looking for my shoes | |
| Daddy left and momma cried | |
| Had a passport for the blues | |
| I didn't share their hometown point of view | |
| Cause I need more | |
| I need more | |
| Just give me one good reason | |
| What I'm living for | |
| In this uncertain world of circumstance | |
| With one foot in the door | |
| At the house of truth | |
| That's burnt down to the floor | |
| I want more | |
| Yeah | |
| I need more | |
| In my days | |
| Tripping down the turnpike somewhere | |
| Out there near the shore | |
| Looking for some words to live by | |
| In the uncertain moments in the loam | |
| You can almost hear it shine | |
| Is that voice I'm hearing divine | |
| Cause I hear more | |
| I hear more | |
| Just give me one good reason | |
| What I¹m living for | |
| In this concrete world of fairy tales | |
| Only innocence is pure | |
| But there must be an answer | |
| Yeah I'm sure | |
| So give me more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more in my day | |
| Am I dreaming | |
| Am I somewhere else | |
| When I'm lying in the darkness | |
| Am I really by myself | |
| There must be more | |
| Yeah | |
| More in my days | |
| Am I dreaming | |
| Am I someone else | |
| When I'm dancing in the darkness | |
| Am I dancing by myself | |
| There must be more | |
| Must be more to this | |
| Yeah | |
| Cause I want more | |
| Yeah | |
| And I need more | |
| And I hear more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more in my world everyday | |
| Give me more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more | |
| Give me more | |
| Of this life |
| Lyrics: J. Waite A. Krizan Music: J. Waite A. Krizan | |
| Fell out of the sky sometime in 1952 | |
| Through the radiance | |
| Looking for my shoes | |
| Daddy left and momma cried | |
| Had a passport for the blues | |
| I didn' t share their hometown point of view | |
| Cause I need more | |
| I need more | |
| Just give me one good reason | |
| What I' m living for | |
| In this uncertain world of circumstance | |
| With one foot in the door | |
| At the house of truth | |
| That' s burnt down to the floor | |
| I want more | |
| Yeah | |
| I need more | |
| In my days | |
| Tripping down the turnpike somewhere | |
| Out there near the shore | |
| Looking for some words to live by | |
| In the uncertain moments in the loam | |
| You can almost hear it shine | |
| Is that voice I' m hearing divine | |
| Cause I hear more | |
| I hear more | |
| Just give me one good reason | |
| What I m living for | |
| In this concrete world of fairy tales | |
| Only innocence is pure | |
| But there must be an answer | |
| Yeah I' m sure | |
| So give me more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more in my day | |
| Am I dreaming | |
| Am I somewhere else | |
| When I' m lying in the darkness | |
| Am I really by myself | |
| There must be more | |
| Yeah | |
| More in my days | |
| Am I dreaming | |
| Am I someone else | |
| When I' m dancing in the darkness | |
| Am I dancing by myself | |
| There must be more | |
| Must be more to this | |
| Yeah | |
| Cause I want more | |
| Yeah | |
| And I need more | |
| And I hear more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more in my world everyday | |
| Give me more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more | |
| Give me more | |
| Of this life |
| Lyrics: J. Waite A. Krizan Music: J. Waite A. Krizan | |
| Fell out of the sky sometime in 1952 | |
| Through the radiance | |
| Looking for my shoes | |
| Daddy left and momma cried | |
| Had a passport for the blues | |
| I didn' t share their hometown point of view | |
| Cause I need more | |
| I need more | |
| Just give me one good reason | |
| What I' m living for | |
| In this uncertain world of circumstance | |
| With one foot in the door | |
| At the house of truth | |
| That' s burnt down to the floor | |
| I want more | |
| Yeah | |
| I need more | |
| In my days | |
| Tripping down the turnpike somewhere | |
| Out there near the shore | |
| Looking for some words to live by | |
| In the uncertain moments in the loam | |
| You can almost hear it shine | |
| Is that voice I' m hearing divine | |
| Cause I hear more | |
| I hear more | |
| Just give me one good reason | |
| What I m living for | |
| In this concrete world of fairy tales | |
| Only innocence is pure | |
| But there must be an answer | |
| Yeah I' m sure | |
| So give me more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more in my day | |
| Am I dreaming | |
| Am I somewhere else | |
| When I' m lying in the darkness | |
| Am I really by myself | |
| There must be more | |
| Yeah | |
| More in my days | |
| Am I dreaming | |
| Am I someone else | |
| When I' m dancing in the darkness | |
| Am I dancing by myself | |
| There must be more | |
| Must be more to this | |
| Yeah | |
| Cause I want more | |
| Yeah | |
| And I need more | |
| And I hear more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more in my world everyday | |
| Give me more | |
| Yeah | |
| Give me more | |
| Give me more | |
| Of this life |