It's Over - Lisa Loeb

Sorry sir, I stole your money

Sorry sir, I feel

But it’s so, so twisted

So unreal

It was what I’d heard of

And what I didn’t have

But I cannot give what I do not have

And I cannot take what I do not have

I can’t take it

Don’t stultify

Don’t hold me high

Don’t stultify

Don’t hold me high

Too many things held precious

Too many things held dear;

That’s what I hate

And that’s what I fear

Too much to ask for

May leave me feeling lonely

But too little leaves me nothing, nothing

The drone in your voice and the fly on the wall said

«It's over, it’s over, it’s over, it is.»

What do I wish for you, what do i wish?

It’s over, it’s over, it is

Are we still solemn and bleeding?

Are we still swimming to water that was wet?

You can’t give away certain things that you get

From the outside

To the inside

I couldn’t tell you how it really was

There has to be more on one hand

Keep your head above water on the other, the other

The drone in your voice and the fly on the wall said

«It's over, it’s over, it’s over, it is.»

What do I wish for you, what do i wish?

It’s over, it’s over, it is

Are we all still solemn and bleeding?

Are we still swimming to water that was already wet?

I can forgive, but I won’t forget

I’ll wish for you

I’ll plead and I’ll steal

Hold me precious, hold me dear

I’ll wish for you

I’ll sing and I’ll feel

Don’t stultify

Don’t hold me high

Like a Gothic staple, a last goodbye

One way to float is if you die

And it’s over, it’s over, it’s over

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over

It’s over, it’s over