Too many women in this big black roomToo many people with the same perfumeToo many women but not enough of youToo many prisoners in this sinking shipToo many ribbons at your fingertipToo many reasons for me to be blueBut not enough of youNot enough of youBut I will wait for you to figure it outSoon you'll be chasing me through the outdoorsUnto the starsI will be kneeling on the groundThanking the lucky scars you found meThe lucky scars you finallyTripped over meToo many spiders on your windowpaneToo many creatures with the same Christian nameToo many beddings and too many suitsBut not enough of youNot enough of youBut I will wait for you to figure it outSoon you'll be chasing me through the outdoorsUnto the starsI will be kneeling on the groundThanking the lucky scars you found meThe lucky scars you finallyTripped over meThanking the lucky scars you found meIs it possible to be listening long enough to forget I am alive?Is it possible to be giving more of myself than I actually have?Is it possible to be listening long enough to forget I'm not alone?Is it possible to be giving more of myself than I actually have?Too many women in this big black roomToo many girls in this big black roomPeople with the same perfumeToo many women but not enough of youOf youOf youNot enough of youNot enough of youNot enough of youNot enough of youNot enough of youNot enough of youNot enough of youNot enough of youBye.