Won’t make do with your games
And your slamming the door
So fall down, fall through
So have done with your vice and your virtue

It will take a lot to make it right

Prattle with your voice
And it’s sounding off
Sounding like white noise
If we fall, divide
If it’s yours to choose
Then go and decide
Cuz if it’s mine I won’t let it ride

I will take a lot to make it right

Didn’t I stay?
And didn’t you wait?
And didn’t I care
When you were crying?

It will take a lot to make it right