Your face is a mosaic
Made from the pieces you picked up
Beauty made from pain
And glued by moving on
My face is a mosaic
Made from the pieces I picked up
But everything's a little hasty
My smile's a little off
And so I'll I pack three years of our life in moving boxes
To leave in my attic until the future me knocks
And whether I smile for the time that we spent
Or break down at the sight is a question for then
(Inaudible)
Sometimes I still hear you sing
Along hearing one of our songs
Never sounds the same
As when you sang with me
And so I'll I pack three years of our life in moving boxes
To leave in my attic until the future me knocks
And whether I smile for the time that we spent
Or break down at the sight is a question for then
And so I'll I pack three years of our life in moving boxes
To leave in my attic until the future me knocks
And whether I smile for the time that we spent
Or break down at the sight is a question for then