I think this heart has bled once too often This time, it's bled a bit too much
Too much of anything is too much for me
Too much and everything gets too much for me
I can't remember before forty-nine But I know, forty-eight was there My ears let in what I should speak out Hmm, hmm, hmm, there's something in the air I'm overloaded on my way Bye bye, you better keep in touch I believe your ears hear a whole lot of music And like me, you've heard a bit too much
Bsus4Bsus2Bsus4 I think these hands have felt a lot Bsus4 I don't know, what have I touched?
I think these eyes have seen a lot I don't know, maybe they've seen too much
I think this brain has thought a lot Bsus4 Searching, trying to find a crutch
I think this heart has bled once too often This time, it's bled a bit too much
Too much of anything is too much for me Bsus4 Too much and everything gets too much for me