In a foreign room
With the lights down low
In the belly noise
Of a city
In the water deep
Where the sun won’t go
In your shaking hands

In the faded soul
Of a Sunday night
In the way you love
Everybody
When they all go home
And the TV’s on
In a foreign room
There’s a question

Is your all enough?
Is your all enough?
Is your all enough?
Is your all enough?

I take a piece of you
And a piece of me
I put em in a mold
Make a figurine
Cover it up with steel
So it never bleeds
One little piece of you
Is enough for me