[Verse 1] You wanted the table with the better light the seat by the window where they’d see you just right You wanted the coat before it even came out the rain in the summer then the summer without You wanted the look from the guy at the bar then wanted to leave when the look went too far You wanted more calm more silence, more feeling then checked your phone to see if someone missed you [Pre-Chorus] Just one more then you’ll be complete just one more then it all turns real Just one more then it finally stops but that little “not yet” was already dressed up [Chorus] More — the table with the view the look from the door More — you finally had it and wanted four more More — you held it so tightly but it never came in More — you called it love with your hand on the glass [Verse 2] You wanted the body from the mirror at nine not the same one at ten that was allowed to be tired You wanted applause but make it sincere and not too much closeness when somebody knows you You wanted the kiss like the wrong kind of film then someone came closer and you thought: too much You wanted the bag the name on the door the apartment with a view and the photo of it You wanted the peace of people on trains doing nothing special just breathing okay [Pre-Chorus] Just one more then you’ll finally arrive just one more then it all makes sense Just one more then it’s finally enough but that little “not yet” came in a brand-new suit [Chorus] More — the table with the view the look from the door More — you finally had it and wanted four more More — you held it so tightly but it never came in More — you called it love with your hand on the glass [Bridge] Then there it was all neatly arranged the coat and the look the applause and the page The table by the window the bag and the wine a smile from somebody who still knew your name For three bright seconds everything clicked then “not yet” sat down in the corner again It had new shoes on and looked pretty good raised its hand lightly and said, “I’m still here too.” And you had to laugh for the first time for real because even your hunger had dressed up to be seen [Final Chorus] More — you saw it in others as if it left you More — you had so much and still weren’t with you More — you let your hands be empty at last More — you stood in the fullness and hadn’t seen it [Outro] The coat stayed beautiful. The look stayed a look. The applause got quieter. You were still there. And none of it had to fill you.
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