When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
I come home late, you don't ask why
But you can't look me in the eye
The void it grows. We do not try
So this will end by-the-by
When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
The thrill is gone, this much we know
Apart's the only way we grow
Our fields they lie fallow
And now we reap just what we sowed
When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
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When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
I come home late, you don't ask why
But you can't look me in the eye
The void it grows. We do not try
So this will end by-the-by
When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
The thrill is gone, this much we know
Apart's the only way we grow
Our fields they lie fallow
And now we reap just what we sowed
When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
I come home late, you don't ask why
But you can't look me in the eye
The void it grows. We do not try
So this will end by-the-by
When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
The thrill is gone, this much we know
Apart's the only way we grow
Our fields they lie fallow
And now we reap just what we sowed
When will nothing be too much
When will I no longer want your touch
When will I walk without this crutch
When will nothing be too much
Writer: Scott Kearns
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