I'm becoming over exposed
Like a photograph at the edge of your toes
Waiting to be picked up
And stuck up, on your bedroom wall

And as the bluetac fades away
Along with the photograph one might say
That it's all over, the well is dry
Mouths are shut, and arms are tied, arms are tied

What can I say?
This is where I want to stay
Taking time, trying to find
A cheaper way to spend my time
And you’ll say, "Its not enough"
And you’ll say, "Its not enough"

And as the needle plays the tune
The guitar chords cry out to you
Speaking in all honesty
Thoughts you can’t deny, how’s it feel inside?

What can I say?
This is where I want to stay
Taking time, trying to find
A cheaper way to spend my time
And you’ll say, "Its not enough"
And you’ll say, "Its not enough"