We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge |
| Interlocked through a missing piece |
| We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs |
| Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework |
| We are Siamese children related by the heart |
| Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation |
| Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips |
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye |
| Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why |
| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today |
| And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet |
Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships |
| Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real |
| Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies |
| Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes |
| We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course |
| To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce |
| Screaming out a cease fire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone |
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye |
| Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why |
| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today |
| And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet |
Are we trigger happy? |
| Russian roulette in the waiting room |
| Empty chambers embracing the end |
| Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon |
| Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes |
| We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries |
| We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons |
| You must have known that I was concealing an escape |
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye |
| Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why |
| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today |
| And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces |
| On the ricochet, this is the ricochet. |