Picking Up the Pieces 
    (Difford/Tilbrook) 
      Words escape me now Iím in prison 
      Sentenced to a life of tears 
      Now she hates me, thatís her decision 
      Waiting for the smoke to clear 
      So I can see the damage of the fire 
      That raged through our love 
      So I can see the damage I can try 
      And salvage our love 

      Iím picking up the pieces 
      Maybe theyíll fit some day 

      Love recalls me back from darkness 
      It whispers to an eager ear 
      She ignores me, why so heartless 
      Waiting for the smoke to clear 
      So she can see the damage of the fire 
      That raged through our love 
      So she can see the damage she can try 
      And salvage our love 

      Picking up the pieces 
      And putting them down again 

      Thereís never a match for a burning desire 
      To fall in love 
      And put out the fire thatís been burning 

      Picking up the pieces 
      And putting them down again 
      Picking up the pieces 
      Maybe theyíll fit someday

      (c) 1984 Virgin Music Inc. (ASCAP)


  • FROM THE ALBUM: Difford & Tilbrook.