[bad word] to me an open book you say
 Still those dog eared pages get in the way
 All those slings and arrows
 I never pointed my dear
 Leave me shoring the dam
 And soothing the beast of your wild frontier

 Pieces of people and shapes of their hearts
 Layers of loving you’ve worn from the start
 Footsteps before me that carved who you are
 Echoes of someone you wear as a scar
 You’re in pieces
 Pieces
 You’re in pieces baby

 Under [bad word] buried in the dust
 Hides a little boy who cannot [bad word]  With your bow and arrow
 Ready and pointed my dear
 Leave me lost in a harbor
 Soothing your ghosts til they disappear

 Pieces of people and shapes of their hearts
 Layers of loving you’ve worn from the start
 Footsteps before me that carved who you are
 Echoes of someone you wear as a scar
 You’re in pieces
 Pieces
 You’re in pieces baby