Your face is a mosaic Made from the pieces you picked up Beauty made from pain And glued by moving on My face is a mosaic Made from the pieces I picked up But everything's a little hasty My smile's a little off And so I'll I pack three years of our life in moving boxes To leave in my attic until the future me knocks And whether I smile for the time that we spent Or break down at the sight is a question for then (Inaudible) Sometimes I still hear you sing Along hearing one of our songs Never sounds the same As when you sang with me And so I'll I pack three years of our life in moving boxes To leave in my attic until the future me knocks And whether I smile for the time that we spent Or break down at the sight is a question for then And so I'll I pack three years of our life in moving boxes To leave in my attic until the future me knocks And whether I smile for the time that we spent Or break down at the sight is a question for then