More - Paul Weller

Madly rushing through the streets

There’s no more hours left to give

When nothing comes of nothing

Full of empty thoughts of more

Faut-il aller jusqu’au bout?

Même si je contrôle tout?

All I do is use my time

Dreaming of a place

Where I’d find such happiness

But little came from having more

The more we get, the more we lose

When all is «more», it’s more we choose

There’s always something else in store

That keeps me running down that road, keeps me running

To an unknown place I think is more

How much higher can I be?

Sailing moonbeams, scaling trees

Pushing upwards to the sky

Picking up what I think’s mine

When nothing comes from nothing

Dreaming of a place

Where I’d find such happiness

But little came from having more

The more we get, the more we lose

When all is «more», it’s more we choose

There’s always something else in store

That keeps me running down that road, keeps me running

To an unknown place I think is more