Pieces Of What — Mgmt

when the world has turned paralyzed and wrong cold blooded claws never offered anything at all past the point of love shattered and untied waiting to pick up the pieces that make it all alright

but pieces of what pieces of what pieces of what doesn't matter any more

moonlight on my floor shining through the roof they got the city surrounded as if I needed proof i forgot my fear feelings on the rise burying all of the pieces Lyricsfalling from the sky

but pieces of what pieces of what pieces of what we used to call home pieces of what we used to call home

when i drank your tea and shallow water still at the belgian gates i waited for my meal