Plenty Songtext
von Sandra McCracken

Dishes piled on the counter
You are not in the mood for me
A stale beam of light pulls your face from the night
And your gaze falls blank on the TV

You never gave your two cent share
But I was nice to have around
You threw the first stone, when I turned, you were gone
And that′s the way the door revolved

I never planned to leave
And you never planned to stay
It's too late for your questions
I have to walk away

Tears in a bottle and wounds that are sore
No one beside you to battle your war
But I cannot rescue your heart from the empty
I must release you, for I′ve given plenty


I poured out like a rainstorm
You were dry under the bridge
The love that I gave tied your hands like a slave
And your history was more than you could live, yeah
(Oh-oh-oh)

A state of relentless absence
You were near, but self-absorbed
You mastered the game, played the thief, turned the blame
Just to spin the ball back into my court

I never planned to leave
And you never planned to stay
It's too late for your questions
I have to walk away

Tears in a bottle and wounds that are sore
No one beside you to battle your war
But I cannot rescue your heart from the empty
I must release you, for I've given plenty