Verse 1: My hands can’t hold the morning, My shoes forget the ground, Puzzle pieces everywhere, But none of them are found. Chorus: Scattered on the table, Edges worn and thin, I try to fit together, But I can’t begin. Verse 2: I dance in crooked circles, My laughter breaks in two, I try to fit together, But I never make it through. Chorus Bridge: Colors bleed and edges blur, Shapes refuse to stay, I build and break and build again, As pieces slip away. Chorus (repeat, with swirling sounds)
