The Pieces - Slow Club

Close all the doors, turn it to night

And let those thin ribbons of light

Work their way through all your dreams

I’ll try and remember what I’ve seen

And wait up all night

Run my fingers through the age lines in the wood

I can rely on them to tell

The truth when you’re not yourself

'Cause lately you’ve been stolen

Where’s my friend, I miss her

No one told me you’d be disappearing

Now we’re all here, yeah we’re all here

Looking for the pieces

The pieces, the pieces

So many years, too many ties

To cut with just one old blunt knife

You’re standing in the weird light

And you can step out anytime, but

Lately you’ve been stolen

Where’s my friend, I miss her

No one told me you’d be disappearing

Now we’re all here, yeah we’re all here

Looking for the pieces

The pieces, the pieces

Lately you’ve been stolen

Where’s my friend, I miss her

No one told me you’d be disappearing

Now we’re all here, yeah we’re all here

Looking for the pieces

The pieces, the pieces

Looking for the pieces

Looking for the pieces

Looking for the pieces

Looking for the pieces