More - Alison Moyet

It’s the stain on the moon

It’s your idiot name

It’s the noise in the noise

The gift of the game

It’s the fruit that we bear

The peach that I bore

It’s you and it’s me and it should have been more

It’s the choice that I made

It’s the maid that you chose

It’s the slip in the slide

From fingers to toes

It’s the song of out there

The pull of the door

It’s you and it’s me and it should have been more

What if I could say now, what if I could say

Everything I meant now, everything

It’s only hours, only days

Sat in Libra’s Bowl, where it’s all, it’s all, it’s all

It’s all, balancing

It’s the black in the grate

The smoke in the sink

It’s the ether that you and I

Opted to drink

It’s the tooth that was chipped

On the first ever kiss

It’s you and it’s me and that’s what it is