Wont make do with your games

And your slamming the door

So fall down, fall through

So have done with your vice and your virtue



It will take a lot to make it right



Prattle with your voice

And its sounding off

Sounding like white noise

If we fall, divide

If its yours to choose

Then go and decide

Cuz if its mine I wont let it ride



I will take a lot to make it right



Didnt I stay?

And didnt you wait?

And didnt I care

When you were crying?



It will take a lot to make it right