The holes in the wall behind the picture that You hung The one with our mouths gaping open wide frozen in a song unsung Tell their Own sad story of time something I held that was never Mine 'n' I cant bring Myself to patch them up Sugars on the counter because You took Your coffee sweet Carpets on the floor 'cos You hate the feeling of the cold against Your feet In My bed, your not there I smell a faded memery of Your hair 'n' I cant bring Myself to wash the sheets Too many pieces of you Too many pieces to hold on to Could We put them back together? Hang this picture on the wall? The holes are there to hang it 'N' I'll be here if You call I'll be here if You call Well My mind... Keeps rattling round The love We had at the start I could cry... but it It only reminds me Of the tears You used to break My heart Oh... There was Too many pieces of you Too many pieces to hold on to Could We put them back together? Hang this picture on the wall? The holes are there to hang it 'N' I'll be here if You call I'll be here if You call I'll be here if You call I'll be here if You call I'll be here if You call