In a foreign room
With the lights down low
In the belly noise
Of a city
In the water deep
Where the sun won't go
In your shaking hands
In the faded soul
Of a Sunday night
In the way you love
Everybody
When they all go home
And the TV's on
In a foreign room
There's a question
Is your all enough?
Is your all enough?
Is your all enough?
Is your all enough?
I take a piece of you
And a piece of me
I put em in a mold
Make a figurine
Cover it up with steel
So it never bleeds
One little piece of you
Is enough for me
In the way we stare
When we brush our teeth
Our position
On the carpet
When they all go home
And the TV's off
There's a bright future
In the darkness
Isn't that enough?
Isn't that enough?

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