Broken faces
Visage of the ages
Every time we visit
All my visionary
And your provisionary
Can’t take either with it

Only you can make your mind up
Only I can see there’s pastures greener

Oh confess it all
You’re professional
Your mind as light as a feather
You always conquer mine
With your concubine
Disguised behind each letter

If only you could make your mind up
If only I could see there’s pastures greener

It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough

For your inconsideration
I’ll raise a lifetime of regret
And count each minute
Hell bent on the ground
Things I hadn’t found before
I thought I’d finished

It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your

To think I thought you’d fall for me
To think I’d fall for your
To think I thought you’d fall for me
To think I’d falter for your

It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough, for your