I don't mean to cling to you my friends It's just I hate the day to have to end Never enough time to spend I haven't done enough for this to be the end There must be more... more... More songs more warmth More love more life Not more fear not more fame Not more money not more games There -- you -- coming through the crowd Blue light silhouettes your head I want to shout your name out loud But I shout inside instead There must be more... more... More current more spark More touch deep in the heart Not more thoughtless cruelty Not more being this lonely... Don't I hear them talking? Don't I know what they say? I'm a fool for thinking Things could be better than they were today There must be more... more... More growth more truth More chains more loose Not more pain not more walls Not more living human voodoo dolls