Besedila: Ednaswap. More.

Oh, it's never mine
Where is that ready sign
I'm waiting to receive?

When I look up to the sun
More than anyone
It's you I wanna see

And I don't have patience
Not for these failing attempts
I only heed what is running over me

Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more

Oh, so colorful
But you will never know
The waiting you create

Now when I look up to my ceiling
I almost never can
See anything but gray

And I don't have much time
Not to be standing behind
I only see what is blinding only me

Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more
Wanting so much so much more

Didn't mean to take you down
I wanted it
Wanting so much more
Wanting, wanting, wanting

Someone said it would
Someone said it would
Someone said I could
Someone said I could

Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more
Wanting so much more
Wanting