Pieces of You Songtext
von Ben Sollee

Well, I wish I could keep every piece of you
All the lies and the truths, all the trophies from your youth
And the phone you used to call me on
I would put them all up on my shelf
Just to be close to you


And I wrote your name on the empty bottle of wine
All the kisses and the fights, our first Christmas lights
The silver cone for your short black hair
I would put each one in its very own box
Just to have you near to me
Some people just see a pile of junk
They don′t know that it's pieces of you
Pieces of you, you

But I′d trade it all just to have you here by my side
Hear your laugh one more time, feel your hand holding mine
See that hungry look in your eyes
I would hide your keys so you couldn't drive
Then you'd still be here with me
Some people just see a pile of junk
They don′t know that it′s pieces, pieces of you
Pieces of you, you, you