Testo Not enough The Gostation

Not enough

digging in my deck of dreams

for the ones that i can't let go

when it all comes apart at the seams

i fill the cracks until they just don't show

but you can find me on the way back down

collecting pieces from the dusty ground

there's not enough time for the plans that we make

and the people we cling to just keep drifting away

there are not enough words for the things we should say

and it's taking me over

standing on an open plain

i don't know which direction is right

and when i find that we're caught in the rain

it's such a struggle just to keep up the fight

but you can find me in my rusty crown

holding court upon the muddy ground

there's not enough time for the plans that we make

and the people we cling to just keep drifting away

there are not enough words for the things we should say

and it's taking me over

i can't find another way

now i can look back at everything that i've done

and i can reach for tomorrow today

but i can't keep track of where it all comes undone

there's no blame, all the same it's a shame

there's not enough time for the plans that we make

and the people we cling to just keep drifting away

there are not enough words for the things we should say

and it's taking me over

i can't find another way