Picking Up the Pieces
You pray for your world to be whole
You're picking up the pieces of a shattered memory that
You lost long ago
And you're waiting for some one to save you
But no one's going to save you so you might as well save your self
Just like we do
Now you're covered in sorrow
Washing it off again
Just like before
Wash it off! Wash it off! Wash it off!
You'd kill for a heart made of stone
Because every time you get back up there is some there to put you
Right where you fell
And you've locked your self up in your heart
You're never going to let someone back inside to put you
Right at the start
Now you're covered in sorrow
Washing it off again
Just like before
Now you're covered in sorrow
Washing it off again
Just like before, just like before
Now you're covered in sorrow
Wash it off! Wash it off!
Wash it off of me!
Wash it off of me
Wash it off!
