Lyrics
We can cry and moan about the best thing that we never had
Or you can rise out of the ashes and take time to look her in the eyes
I’m still in love with the beat, he cries as she leaves
He’s got many things to do, too many things to think about
Much too much to think about (x2)
And we can leave our head in bits so we can walk an inch over ground
And don’t try to be awkward to make her feel just like you
She had a hole in her soul last time we spoke
She’s got many things to do, too many things to think about
Much too much to think about (x4)
And the strain doesn’t do it for you
There’s too much pressure you’re fallin through
One too many things on your plate
But today the troubles will have to wait