All the Little Pieces - Louis XIV

All the little pieces come apart

All the little pieces of your heart

I look at all the children

whose hearts are strong

running down the streets like nothings wrong

I look at all the frineds I knew

Now some have changed

Some I know will always be the same

Nobody knows what happens when the moon blew now

Nobody knows, Nobody knows

That all the little pieces come apart

All the little pieces of your heart

All the little pieces come apart

All the little pieces of your heart

If you happen to look away from the people

and you feel the prick from pins and the needles

all which have been stuck into your arms

and all of your cries have been false alarms

and you can’t pick up the pieces

no, you can’t pick up the pieces

awwwwww…

I look at all the children whose hearts are strong

Running down the streets like nothings wrong

I look at all the friends I’ve known

Some have changed

Some will always stay same

Nobody know that all the little pieces

all the little pieces

all the little pieces come apart

all the little pieces of your heart

all the little pieces

all the little pieces

all the little pieces come apart

all the little pieces of your heart