Broken in pieces, this heart exposed.
Extinguished light hardly shows.
From this distance all looks composed,
Looking closer now mistakes are shown.
Within the spaces it’s you and I
Picking up the pieces of our lives.
Within the spaces of our lives
Picking up the pieces, it’s you and I.
I know you’ve been marked down
Passed around, labelled “reduced to clear”
No more than a whisper
In someone’s ear.
Within the spaces it’s you and I
Picking up the pieces of our lives.
Within the spaces of our lives
Picking up the pieces, it’s you and I.
Expired. Past the ‘sell-by’ date.
Simply out of fashion.
In it comes, and there it goes
Quicker than anyone knows.
The latest transaction,
Filling up a vacant space.
Is there a need for an explanation
In any kind of disgrace?
Within the spaces it’s you and I
Picking up the pieces of our lives.
Within the spaces of our lives
Picking up the pieces, it’s you and I.
Cash it in, exchange this,
Keep the receipt.
In a changing world
It’s all about the people we meet.
