In the breathless hush of 4 amnIn the dark, it's a sad clichénCloaked in the Navy blue, of slowly fading starsnTell me how this came to benSleeplessness, talk to menShe'd say over and over, again.nnFumbling through a cut of glass vasenPassing lipstick in cotton spoolsnBurning jealous pictures of marriages of friendsnnYou never asked to benThe glutton of sympathynShe says over and overnThat this is the endnn'Cause I see it in your eyesnYou don't know, time to let gonI see it in your eyesnThere is so much more out there to be learnednnSuch wonderful wordsnOn this white, snow vacant pagenAll the lessons that she learnednShe packs awaynnWell you never cease to benThe glutton of sympathynShe writes over and over, again.nnThat's when I see it in your eyesnWhat you don't know, time to let gonI see it in your eyesnThere is so much more out there to be learnednnTossing, turning, roll awaynIndecision, won't you ever make up yournLifetime, nighttime, wake the dayn'Cause tomorrow we'll see ifnYou've had your fill of sympathynnWell you never cease to benThe glutton of sympathynOh don't you know the stars are all fadingnLet the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile.