The World Is A Picture

Twenty past seven, the steam still rising from your coffee cup
All I’ve ever wanted was everything and all at once
And if I’m ever gonna get any better
One way or another, I’ll have to settle
But to me settling’s, never seemed good enough
But if I’m ever gonna get things right
I need to settle for an honest fight
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
Twenty past eleven, the gloom standing over me like a bodyguard
Guarding on something I’m not sure I even want
Eight past four in the morning, waiting for sleep that never comes
This is when the hope of a better day dies with them
But if I’m ever gonna get things right
I need to settle for an honest fight
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
And it’s hard to stay fixed on making things better
When there’s no one there to make it better for
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together