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
And 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
And 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
And 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
And 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