All the pieces in your hand
Are the sharpest bits of what you have left
Take the pieces and smash them in the ground
'Til you find that there is nothin' left to let go
I will wait for you in this lonely room again
And when I open my eyes you'll have never left my side
Then we can fly home
Find the pieces
Of my heart
And I'll see that there is nothin' left to let go
I will wait for you in this lonely room again
And when I open my eyes you'll have never left my side
Then we can fly home
Then we can fly home
Then we can fly home