Pieces Songtext
von Field Music

And it all winds up
Getting tired of the same thing
Cause it′s in need of a change
The face on my head
The hair on my hands is getting thicker
So I suggest we go to bed
Sleep until we forget
'Til we can ignore what′s gone on
And what I've done so far isn't any better

So I might change my dress
And you might feel the same
Cause there′s pieces of me that won′t do a thing


And you can't measure it all
Cause the smallest things are infinitely larger than you think
The whole thing′s on the brink of nothing at all
It just doesn't work

So I might change my dress
And you might feel the same
Cause there′s pieces of me that won't do a thing

And my mouth it changes size
With the seismic paths like small confidence
And they′re beginning to fuse
Reversing the play
So I won't hear a word in your language

So I might change my dress
And you might feel the same
Cause there's pieces of me that won′t do a thing