Silverchair

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

and 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 needing,
You never stopped needing

A close look at something so close
I'ts too much of not enough
A close look at something so close
I'ts too much of not enough
When all we need is just a taste

I strap myself in for a safe saccaride ride
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 needing,
You never stopped needing

A close look at something so close
I'ts too much of not enough
A close look at something so close
I'ts too much of not enough
When 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

You never stopped needing,
You never stopped needing,
You never stopped needing,
And it's good for nothing