More than us
And we are them
But 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
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
No, 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
But they don't know
What's in their heads
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 this is love
At all
Not anymore
Anymore
Anymore

Things have been so boring as of late. Nothing new, mostly old and stale. Tangerine Dreamer is back in the saddle, with a bald head hehehe! Her hair grows fast, so I wouldnt worry about her so much.

Been listening to Travis on the Roswell OST. I know its not a good day when this cd is playing.