More - Philippa Hanna

I see the numbers last and lost, growing

That desperate look inside their eyes, showing

Now all I need is a lost more than I have

But it’s ok, there must be some way

That I could get involved

But I’m too concerned with other things, mostly

And there’s too much noise to listen in closely

So I’ll just point my finger over there

Lay the blame elsewhere

Do I really care?

Take my heart, set me free

Reach inside, make it bleed

There’s more to this, more to see

More to life and more to me

Take my heart, set me free

Just reach inside and make it bleed

There’s more to this, more to see,

More to life and more to me

Could I give everything I have fully?

When I draw close will you draw closer to me?

Cos I cannot rely upon my strength

If I am to succeed It’s your spirit I need

Now all I need is a lot more than I have,

But it’s ok… He is the way