MORE from MORE by Vania Junco

Let me tell a story bout the way this'll go
Don't you ever tell me when you hang up the phone
That you love me more, cause what you don't know
Could someday make you wish you were alone, oh

If I loved you more then my head would explode
Hot tomato soup drip from my fingers and toes
My body a scene, blown to smithereens
Sirens and lights for your bride to be, so

What would I do if I loved you more
Who would I be if I wasn't yours
How would I measure, how would I keep score
Won't you tell me baby what I'm living for

I can hardly count all the hours I've spent
Etching into stone every word that you've said
And tracing down the lines of your face
Drawing a map of my favorite place

And if I could devour all the women you've known
Do it in a minute so we'd be all alone
So the story goes, time is reversed
I am your only, I was your first

What would I do if I loved you more
Who would I be if I wasn't yours
How will I measure, how would I keep score
Honey won't you help me, get me off the floor

I never saw myself married, not a chance in hell
But when I look at you baby I hear cathedral bells
Ahh, ahh so

What would I do if I loved you more
Who would I be if I wasn't yours
How will I measure, how would I keep score
Stop your running baby, open up the door

Oh, how will I measure, how would I keep score
If I love you more
I love you, more
I love you
I love you more

• Folk
• baroque pop
• dream pop
• folk rock
• jazz
• psychedelic
• Miami