Pieces of Ourselves - Piers Faccini

Pieces of ourselves we left behind

When we made our way back across the great divide

Pieces of ourselves we lost out on the track

Each day the flame burns more candle in the wax

Every path I’ve found opens up to you

Shards of memories I sought to hide

When we had no choice but to smother all the light

Shards of truth uncomfortable within

I kept their secret closed under the skin

Every choice I made led me back to you

When dreams are skin and skin is torn

When kings have crowns and crowns have thorns

Fragments and remains that flashed before us

When we sought to fill all the spaces in the gaps

Fragments that we hurled so hard into the breach

I ran from the shock and then kept you out of reach

Everything I’ve lost drives me back to you

Pieces of me in word I spelt too late

Now that the door is closed and I’m out on the street

Pieces of me still remain yet to die

Somewhere the truth was held hidden from our eyes

Even the unknown still belongs to you

When dreams are skin and skin is torn

When kings have crowns and crowns have thorns

When lives are thread and thread is worn

When kings have crowns and crowns have thorns