The Pieces

I want to be around to pick up the pieces,
and warm your cold, cold heart,
if you'll just say you love me dear,
for the time that we're apart.

I hope someday we see,
the way we are when we're apart,
and waken to our land of love,
it's been there from the start.

More time was needed than we had,
but I was so damn smart,
I tried to rush our love,
and ruined it... the best part.

You never really had a chance
to find out who you are,
and I had never stopped to think,
now we've got broken hearts.

I really believe I know now
what it means to fall in love,
you were the first woman
to really touch my heart.

1979 crp

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