Running from a ghost that's gone.
The secret arena where you fight yourself is filling up now.
The Romans are baying for your soul.
So pledge your allegiance to a flag that flies above the earth now,
'Cos two halves don't make you whole
These pieces of April
Betray her smiling face.
These fragments of dreaming
Are scattered into space.
And if time is a healer,
He's run right out of grace.
But these pieces of april
Will one day find their place.
You tipped her out,
But left her without
The picture upon her box to hold onto
When all is changing,
The true horizon for her heart. She's left with a puzzle with no end in sight, Where it's easier to hide than fall apart.
Now I don't know when this pain will end, And I don't know if you will face it again. So would you let this love enfold you? And would you let this love remould you? Would you speak those words unspoken? Would you now believe you're broken?