Texty: Fray, The. All At Once.

There are certain people

You just keep coming back to

She is right in front of you.

You begin to wonder

Could you find a better one

Compared to her now

She's in question.



And all at once the crowd begins to sing

Sometimes the hardest thing and

The right thing are the same.



Maybe you want her

Maybe you need her

Maybe you started to compare

To someone not there.



Looking for the right one

You line up the world to find

Where no questions cross your mind.

But she won't keep on waiting for

You without a doubt

Much longer for you to sort it out.



And all at once the crowd begins to sing

Sometimes the hardest thing and

The right thing are the same.



Maybe you want her

Maybe you need her

Maybe you started to compare

To someone not there.



Maybe you want it

Maybe you need it

Maybe it's all you're running from

Perfection will not come.



And all at once the crowd begins to sing

Sometimes

We'd never know what's wrong without the pain

Sometimes the hardest thing and

The right thing are the same.



Maybe you want her

Maybe you need her

Maybe you've started to compare

To someone not there.



Maybe you want it

Maybe you need it

Maybe it's all you're running from

Perfection will not come.



Maybe you want her

Maybe you need her

Maybe you had her

Maybe you lost her to another

To another.