Feeling the sunrise, yeah it put me upside down
Hearing the moon cry, yeah lonesome's the only sound
Picking up the pieces that I used to leave behind
Putting them in places pretty people cannot find
Looking for a way in
Of forgiving all I've done
Don't need no reason
You are only one, two, three
Picking up the pieces that I used to leave behind
Putting them in places pretty people cannot find