We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece
We are renaissance children
Becalmed beneath the Bridge of SighsForever throwing firebrands
At the stonework
We are Siamese children
Related by the heartBleeding from the surgery
Of initial confrontation
Holding the word scalpels
On trembling lipsStand straight, look me in the eye
And say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted
Past the point of reasons whyYesterday starts tomorrow
Tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be
We're picking up the pieces on the ricochetDrowning tequila sunsets
Stowaways on midnight ships
Refugees of romance
Plead asylum from the realScrambling distress signals
On random frequencies
Forever repatriated
On guilt laden morning planesWe are pilots of passion
Sweating the flight on course
To another summit conferenceAnother breakfast time divorce
Screaming out a cease fire
Snow blind in an avalanche zoneStand straight, look me in the eye
And say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted
Past the point of reasons whyYesterday starts tomorrow
Tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be
We're picking up the pieces on the ricochetAre we trigger happy?
Russian roulette in the waiting room
Empty chambers embracing the end
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moonDream coins for the fountain
Or to cover your eyes
We reached ignition point
From the sparks of pleasantriesWe sensed the smoke
Advancing from horizons
You must have known
That I was considering an escapeStand straight, look me in the eye
And say goodbye, say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted
Past the point of reasons whyYesterday starts tomorrow
Tomorrow starts today, starts today
And the problem always seems to be
We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet
This is the ricochet
Songwriters
BACKSTROM, HENRIK CARL / HOLTER, OSCAR THOMASPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group