Won't make do with your games And your slamming the door So fall down, fall through So have done with your vice and your virtue It will take a lot to make it right Prattle with your voice And it's sounding off Sounding like white noise If we fall, divide If it's yours to choose Then go and decide 'Cause if it's mine I won't let it ride I will take a lot to make it right Didn't I stay? And didn't you wait? And didn't I care When you were crying? It will take a lot to make it right