Today you have a breakdown
Next week you buy a house
You face the daily struggles
In optimistic style
All the while still thinking of the past
So many memories, will this one last

Gazing out the window
It’s good to be inside
Protection from the storm, the night, the noise, the rhymes
She moves her hand across a perfect belly
And tells you “soon they’ll be a third one there”

Little bits and pieces (falling on the ground)
Little bits and pieces (shining in the sun)
Little bits and pieces (making up the one)

Moving on the ocean
There’s no one else around
You try to steal some solitude
A place that can’t be found
On the ground you only see the weekend
Father Time has got the winning hand

Little bits and pieces (cover me when I’m dead)
Little bits and pieces (when all is done and said)
Little bits and pieces (and everything makes sense)

You read it in the papers
You hear it on the news
They say there’s too many problems
And not enough love, love, love
Well you know, pain is to be expected
But life is still worth living for

Little bits and pieces (scattered in the wind)
Little bits and pieces (traces of where I’m going)
Little bits and pieces (and every place I’ve been)
Little bits and pieces
Little bits and pieces (cover me when I’m dead)
Little bits and pieces (and everything makes sense)
Little bits and pieces (it’s all done and said)
Little bits and pieces (everything makes sense)
Little bits and pieces (it’s all done and said)
Little bits and pieces (it’s all done and said)...