Twenty past seven, the steam still to rising from your coffee cup
All I've ever wanted was everything and all at once
And if I'm ever gonna get any better
One way or another, I'll have to settle
But to me settling's, never seemed good enough

But if I'm ever gonna get things right
I need to settle for an honest fight

The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together

Twenty past eleven, the gloom standing over me like a bodyguard
Guarding on something I'm not sure I even want
Eight past four in the morning, waiting for sleep that never comes
This is when the hope of a better day dies with them

But if I'm ever gonna get things right
I need to settle for an honest fight

The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
So cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper

And it's hard to stay fixed on making things better
When there's no one there to make it better for

The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on pape
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together
The world is a picture, painted on paper
Cut it into pieces, and put it back together