Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Pieces, artist - Mae. Album song (m) (a) (e), in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 13.02.2017
Record label: Tooth & Nail
Song language: English
In Pieces |
| We got acquainted on a warm summer’s night |
| Top floor of your apartment |
| Is where we started clicking for the first time |
| And our future it was so bright |
| I was there to be a melody and under the impression |
| That you would be my harmony, yeah |
| Pretty soon we were dressed up in lights |
| If you wanted centre stage I was there on your right |
| I was singing on the grandstand |
| Where I think we made our first plans |
| To be a source of friction |
| A clear contradiction |
| This is where we discovered our dissonance |
| And all these things I think about in pieces |
| All these scenes I play again in my mind |
| When were the two of us destined, oh, to come undone |
| When we had just begun |
| Well is it possible I got something wrong |
| In the middle of a moment |
| While we laboured over song |
| While we toiled over every word |
| Was it your voice you wanted heard? |
| At the time I thought I tried |
| To strip away some of my pride |
| But I couldn’t understand where you were coming from |
| All these things you could explain in pieces |
| All these things you could’ve said but never tried |
| You were always there |
| Waiting for us to come undone |
| And now all that we’ve built, yes |
| Everything we have came undone |
| We always used to fight |
| The record that we kept of wrongs and rights |
| Would lock us there inside |
| You turned and walked away |
| And left me picking pieces off the ground |
| In scattered disarray, yeah |
| All these things I could explain in pieces |
| All these things I’d want to say |
| But how could I? |
| I was always there |
| Waiting for you to come undone |
| And I knew you would |
| I knew you would break some day |
| And come unglued |
| I knew you were waiting |
| For the day that you’d leave us |
| And be gone for good |
| We always used to fight |
| The record that we kept of wrongs and rights |
| Would lock us there inside |
| You turned and walked away |
| And left me picking pieces off the ground |
| And I am here to stay |
| (Although in pieces yeah) |
| I’ll go pick up the pieces |
| I’m waiting out the night |
| For when we see the sun |
| The work we’ve done will finally come to light |
| And with the break of day |
| We’ll put the pieces back in place somehow |
| Until we find out way |
| (Although in pieces) |
| I’ll go pick up the pieces every time |