Too many women in this big black room.
Too many people with the same perfume.
Too many women but not enough of you.

Too many prisoners in this sinking ship.
Too many ribbons at your fingertips.
Too many reasons for me to be blue,
but not enough of you.
Not enough of you.

But I will wait for you to figure it out.
Soon you'll be chasing me through the out door onto the street.
I will be kneeling on the ground.
Thanking my lucky scars you've found me,
my lucky scars you've finally tripped over me.

Too many spiders on your windowpane.
Too many creatures with the same Christian name.
Too many Betty's and too many Sue's,
but not enough of you.
Not enough of you.

But I will wait for you to figure it out.
Soon you'll be chasing me through the out door
onto the street.
I will be kneeling on the ground.
Thanking my lucky scars you've found me,
my lucky scars you've finally tripped over me.

Is it possible to be listening long enough to forget I am alive.
Is it possible for me to be giving more of myself than I actually have.
Is it possible for me 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 room.
Too many people with the same perfume.
Too many women but not enough of you, of you.
Not enough of you, not enough of you.