When it starts you never see it White lines falling from the sky Tricks of light that pass us by No need to talk, I know you feel it Pens and needles we afraid Since you wrap around my head How bad can it be? When you’re not here with me?
It’s just too much nights I spend alone Staring at the telephone Too much pens I put on hold Too much questions I don’t know Too much voices in my head Wishing it was you instead Too much things that I will do ‘Cuz I can’t get too much of you
So many times I’ve wondered Do we have to wait so long Am I coming on too strong Honestly it seems to be in short supply But I’d do anything to find Just a little peace of mind But there’s just one thing You’ve got me questioning
Too much nights I spend alone Staring at the telephone Too much pens I put on hold Too much questions I don’t know Too much voices in my head Wishing it was you instead Too much things that I will do ‘Cuz I can’t get too much of
You are the only thing in a long time Don’t get me wrong, I said that I’m too good For you baby ‘cuz it’s changed right It’s far too much to lay Ohh Too much, oh Too much, oh Too much
Too much nights I’ve spent alone Staring at the telephone Too much pens I put on hold Too much questions I won’t know Too much voices in my head Wishing you would leave instead Too much things I shouldn’t do Now that I’ve had too much of you You Mmm Now that I’ve had too much of you