I'm becoming over exposed Like a photograph at the edge of your toes Waiting to be picked up And stuck up, on your bedroom wall And as the bluetac fades away Along with the photograph one might say That it's all over, the well is dry Mouths are shut, and arms are tied, arms are tied What can I say? This is where I want to stay Taking time, trying to find A cheaper way to spend my time And you'll say, "Its not enough" And you'll say, "Its not enough" And as the needle plays the tune The guitar chords cry out to you Speaking in all honesty Thoughts you can't deny, how's it feel inside? What can I say? This is where I want to stay Taking time, trying to find A cheaper way to spend my time And you'll say, "Its not enough" And you'll say, "Its not enough"