What is it now About the winter time That's always had its way? And has to feed Upon the decency Of what we made that day But instead of Losing myself and wondering where you've been I’ll be picking up the pieces Waiting for you to make a mess again I hear them now Unwholesome thoughts are dancing inside my head With two left feet How are you now? Crashes into: Who's inside your bed? But instead of Killing myself and wondering where you've been I'll be picking up the pieces Waiting for you to make a mess again I miss your voice The way it bends the air It makes it feel like home It haunts me now But I wouldn't dare Dream of asking it to go So instead of Hanging my head because of the mess I'm in Ooh I'll be picking up the pieces Waiting for you to make a mess again Ooh