Well we can cry and moan about the best thing that we never had,
Or you can rise out of the ashes and take time to look her in the eyes,
I'm still in love with the beat he cries at your lips,
He's got many things to do too many things to think about,
Much too much to think about(x2)
And we can leave our head in bits so we can walk an inch over ground,
And don't try to be awkward to make her feel just like you,
She had a hole in her soul last time we spoke,
Shes got many things to do too many things to think about,
Much too much to think about(x4)
And the strain doesn't do it for you,
There's too much pressure you're fallin through,
One too many things on your plate,
But today the troubles will have to wait
