Lyrics It's Over - Lisa Loeb

It's Over

Sorry sir, I stole your money
Sorry sir, I feel
But it’s so, so twisted
So unreal
It was what I’d heard of
And what I didn’t have
But I cannot give what I do not have
And I cannot take what I do not have
I can’t take it
Don’t stultify
Don’t hold me high
Don’t stultify
Don’t hold me high
Too many things held precious
Too many things held dear;
That’s what I hate
And that’s what I fear
Too much to ask for
May leave me feeling lonely
But too little leaves me nothing, nothing
The drone in your voice and the fly on the wall said
«It's over, it’s over, it’s over, it is.»
What do I wish for you, what do i wish?
It’s over, it’s over, it is
Are we still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was wet?
You can’t give away certain things that you get
From the outside
To the inside
I couldn’t tell you how it really was
There has to be more on one hand
Keep your head above water on the other, the other
The drone in your voice and the fly on the wall said
«It's over, it’s over, it’s over, it is.»
What do I wish for you, what do i wish?
It’s over, it’s over, it is
Are we all still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was already wet?
I can forgive, but I won’t forget
I’ll wish for you
I’ll plead and I’ll steal
Hold me precious, hold me dear
I’ll wish for you
I’ll sing and I’ll feel
Don’t stultify
Don’t hold me high
Like a Gothic staple, a last goodbye
One way to float is if you die
And it’s over, it’s over, it’s over
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over
It’s over, it’s over