Paroles: Silverchair. Diorama. Too Much Of Not Enough.

She tripped on a hole
That I'd dug in the soil
To be part of a human garden

I couldn't stand
In the straight postured sun
But you stood in the mud

Which came unsoiled, when I came along
When I came along, when I came along
So you never stopped needin'
You never stopped needin'

A close look at somethin' so close
(Too much of not enough)
A close look at somethin' so close
(Too much of not enough)
When all we need is just a taste

I strap myself in
For a safe saccharide
Before it started I tried
To be anything I saw fit
And it all seemed to fit

But you came undone, when I came along
When I came along, when I came along
So you never stopped needin'
You never stopped needin'

A close look at somethin' so close
(Too much of not enough)
A close look at somethin' so close
(Too much of not enough)
All we need is just a taste

Blind white lies and shallow truth
Broken strings and stolen youth
I've seen too much of not enough

You came much closer than they had before
(Too much of not enough)
You came much closer than they had before
(Too much of not enough)
You came much closer than they had before

You never stopped needin'
You never stopped needin
You never stopped needin'
And it's good for nothin'