Lyric

Small Pieces

lyrics - Sam Thompson

It depends on whether or not you're wrong,

it depends on whether or not you want to know,

after all the visitors have gone,

standing by the picture window

throwing stones.

It's all broken into small pieces.

They've all fallen on the ground.

I'm so sorry,

Sweet Jesus,

how can you carry your burden around?

How will I remember when you're gone?

How'm I s'posed to wake up when that morning comes?

After all your memories have passed,

running out like water from your fallen glass.

Where you goin'?

I've been standing here waiting for you to come.

I've been callin',

can't you hear me from where in the world you are?

Where in the world you are. . . .

All broken into small pieces,

they've all fallen on the ground.

I'm so sorry, Sweet Jesus,

can you carry your burden around?

For some reason, Google will not let me put spaces between paragraphs tonight, so I have experimented with form to try to help the reader distinguish between verse sections. Did what I could do. Sorry