Pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliff.

There's a cold easy glow, dancing over our street
I could have chased you down, I could have held your love
But wouldn't you think me weak?
Of all I should know how the streets come and go
And you chased the kaleidoscope dream
Stranger, baby, always keep me in your sweet memory

A biting cold, precious calling
Drown me under our street
Perfect hips, perfect hips,
She was perfect lips
Pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliff.

{the jezabels - a little piece}