More's The Pity   





I am everything 

I am on the brink of still 

It's not all it's true 

Sitting on a sprinkler 

Take my call and see 

The receiver to your ear 

When you bridge the leap 

it will all become so clear 

 

That there's not only one of me 

Just look closely now 

Count them all and you'll get three 

That one's clever 

This one's free 

But it's your favourite 

I hate more's the pity 

 

I've seen everything 

I can only think is true 

Check my windowpane 

If you can't enjoy the view 

I could fall for less 

I believe a thing you say 

Write it down for me 

And it will all come into play 

 

There's not only one of me 

Just look closely now 

Count them all and you'll get three 

That one's clever 

This one's free 

But it's your favourite 

I hate more's the pity 

 

Lined up in a row 

Like little dolls 

Like bungalows 

The reasons look the same 

A newer version 

Same old game 

 

I am everything 

I am on the brink 

I'm not anything 

I could use a drink 

 

Tell me what you see 

You look close but it's not me 

I'm not what you need 

And I'll never ever be