More of this or less of this or is there any difference.
Or are we just holding on to things that we don’t have anymore?

Sometimes time doesn’t heal. No not at all
It just stands still; while we fall in or out of love.
Again I doubt. I’m want to win you back.
When you’ve got eyes like that
That won’t let me in, always looking out.

A lot of people spend their time just floating
We were victims together but lonely
You’ve got hungry eyes that just can’t look forward
Can’t give them enough but we just can start over
Building with bent nails we’re falling but holding
I don’t want to take up anymore of your time