Pieces of What

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

Falling 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