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
Next comes 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