Pieces

And it all winds up Getting tired of the same thing Cause it's in need of a change The face on my head The hair on my hands is getting Thicker So i suggest we go to bed And sleep until we forget Until we can't ignore What's gone on And what i've done so far Isn't any better So i might change my dress And you might feel the same Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing And you can't measure it all Cause the smallest things Are infinitely larger than you think The whole things on the brink of nothing at all It just doesn't work So i might change my dress And you might feel the same Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing And my mouth changes size With the size of the parks Inspire confidence They're beginning to fuse Reversing the poles I won't hear a word in your language So i might change my dress And you might feel the same And i might change my dress And you might feel the same Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing