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Fish

Genres: Rock

Jigsaw Lyrics - Fish

We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge 

Interlocked through a missing piece 

We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs 

Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework 

We are siamese children related by the heart 

Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation 

Holding the word-scalpels on trembling lips 

 

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye 

Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why 

Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today 

The problems always seem to be 

We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet 

 

Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships 

Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real 

Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies 

Forever repatriated on guilt-laden morning planes 

We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course 

To another summit conference, another breakfast-time divorce 

Screaming out a ceasefire, snowblind in an avalanche zone 

 

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye 

Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why 

Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, 

The problems always seem to be 

We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet 

 

Are we trigger happy? russian roulette in the waiting room 

Empty chambers embracing the end 

Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon 

Dream coins for the fountain, or to cover your eyes 

We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries 

Sensed the smoke advancing from horizons 

You must have known that I was planning an escape 

 

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye 

Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why 

Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today 

The problems always seem to be 

We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet