Mathilde Santing Too Much
I’ve been sitting on my hands for a long time
in the company of hopes and fears
In times when I was not so low I used to go out
I’m thinking of the day you said you were alone
I was still a girl
Your giant boots came treading upon my little world
somehow it all seems brighter now that we have parted
I guess that it was
Too much
I’m tired
I’ll come back when it’s quiet
pardon me, there’s too much
blinding lights
I’ll hide until the day is through
This town it ain’t much of a thrill but I can live here
it’s true my company has changed a lot this past year
now it all slowly floats away
the tide is turning
and turn it should for it was
Too much
I’m tired
I’ll come back when it’s quiet
pardon me, there’s too much
blinding lights
I’ll hide until the day is through
The easy life ain’t so easily found
and when you’re almost up there
something always pulls you down
I put my ear to the empty shell
the sound is weaker yet
Too much…
Somehow it all seems brighter now
somehow it all seems brighter now
