Never be enough Never, never Never enough All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the nightsky Will never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

So I'm takin' my chances I never dreamed that I could fall But something's come Now I'm sittin' starin' At the wall Afraid for my sanity The sound of your voice

Let me make it up, make it up, make it up, make it up to you However, whenever, whatever you want me to I wish I could be that tender, stable girl Get all that weight off your back? Oh, oh That I put there, that I put there That you want, but I'm not And

You must be The Houdini in my life But you can’t see I could never be your wife ‘Cause I’m still a lady No, I’m not some witch That postponed your lines I’m not on the best You’re Houdini in the state and boy

Dem coulda neva pay mi fi fear dem If dem diss when mi deh near dem send fi grizzle bear dem Dem a talk but mi still nah hear dem Yuh nuh see seh gyal duppy show scare dem We neva fear dem neva neva fear dem Mi nah pree badness yah now Mi a pree some

All day I dream about sex All day I dream about fuckin' All day I dream about sex, and All day I dream about sex, yes Honestly somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of Something I could never be It doesn't matter to me cause I will always be that

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

The light behind your eyes If I could be with you tonight I would sing you to sleep Never let them take the light behind your eyes Just remember you will always burn as bright Never fade in the dark So long to all of my friends Every one of them met

You know the feeling of something half remembered Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well You know the feeling of recognizing someone That you've never met as far as you could tell, well Laura is the face in the misty light Footsteps