Missing Pieces - Boris

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

Already faded away

Stop crying, stop crying

Missing pieces