Canaries sing themselves out, way too hoarse
 Their wings move as if choreographed
 They are just acting each other - the missing, the imagined
 They are only singing about how much more yearning they can hold

 Mirrors reflect ourselves, way too clearly
 The stares, directed another way, are cuddling together
 They are just pitying each other - the reflections on the mirror
 They are only pretending as if they are going around something

 [bad word] the lies, pieces of you, falling into place
 Again you are used, made to feel you've found it out
 You are for ever made to watch the same scene
 At the same place, over and over: missing pieces
 And you know you'll never find them: missing pieces"

 -All the Missing passing me by
 "At least I would like to stop them."
 "I am lonely... Ah."
 -Chasing its back
 "I would like to keep holding this 'should be there"

 The scene has already faded away
 Now it's time you stopped crying: missing pieces

 Already faded away
 Stop crying, stop crying
 Missing pieces