Overmuch Songtext
von The Long Lost

Men often make passes at girls who wear glasses
But I′d give it all for a pair
Take them off if you'd rather, it all blurs together
That option just doesn′t seem fair

The curse of perfect vision
Each and every detail so perfectly clear
And each requires a decision
I feared


The devil's in the details, perfection prevails
I can see the forest or the trees
Specifics compel me, but it's overwhelming
This blessing feels more like disease

For these thought′s, it′s got to be more than a penny
It's all just too much and too many
Too much and too many
Too many

The curse of perfect vision
Each and every detail so perfectly clear
And each requires a decision
I feared
It′s all too much and too many
Too much and too many
Too many