Pieces

Now all the left for me. Pieces of a photograph. I tore in half. Pieces of Love. Pieces of the past! Pieces of a photograph. I tore in half. Pieces of Love. Pieces of the past! Time is made with face a shadow and like a thief in the night. It comes to call slowly creeping It disappears in the light. But I wont ever break that the chain around me. I'll find a way to shine off the things that bind me. Memories still spinning their webs upon me. But now I'm left alone. Pieces of a photograph. I tore in half. Pieces of chorus Love. Pieces of the past! Pieces of a photograph. I tore in half. Pieces of Love. Pieces of the past! Musical Interlude. Chorus repeat twice more. Translated by L.Rodale Longtime Stylistic fan From L. Rodale ([email protected])