More than us and we are them, they don’t know
What’s in their hands it’s more than you
And it’s more than I, but it’s more
And everybody calls it love
But I’m not really sure if it’s love
At all, no not anymore
More than he, more than she
They all sleep but we just dream
More or less, means more for us
But it’s more and everybody wants a hand
But I’m too busy holding up the world
To carry on not anymore
I wish that I could fly, fly, fly away
And if I should fall and you hear me call
Would you stay, more than us
And we are them, they don’t know.
anymore, anymore…
Thanks, TRAVIS