If someone ripped me
-just as you did foresee-
in tiny litte pieces
and my sense increases
You'll be there
to get me out of the affair
and find every little piece
so I won't decease
If someone ripped me in tiny litte pieces
painfully the face creases
you'll make sure my mind releases
my heart, my soul, my sense deceases
Then you'll stick me together
make my heart light as a feather
my whole self feel better
with you I won't shatter
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
If someone ripped me
-just as you did foresee-
in tiny litte pieces
and my sense increases
You'll be there
to get me out of the affair
and find every little piece
so I won't decease
If someone ripped me in tiny litte pieces
painfully the face creases
you'll make sure my mind releases
my heart, my soul, my sense deceases
Then you'll stick me together
make my heart light as a feather
my whole self feel better
with you I won't shatter
Dedicated to my best friend.
Written while listening to Agnes Obel's album Aventine.