Blindflight (Peter Makto and Gregory S Remix) - Zagar

Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all And I can't believe it Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all Hmmm I can't believe my eyes although I don't see you no more This has got to be a dream And someone gonna wake me I found myself keep wondering Stumbling around Can't understand where our love has gone Oh why, oh why Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all And I can't stand it I can't laugh no more the way That I could with you Don't enjoy those little things The way that we used to Who's gonna cheer me up, my love When I'm feeling down Who's gonna smile with me and kiss Away my frown Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all And I can't believe it Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all And I can't stand it Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all That's all, that's all I can't believe my eyes although I don't see you no more This has got to be a dream And someone gonna wake me I found myself keep wondering Stumbling around Can't understand where our love has gone Oh why, oh why Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all And I can't believe it Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all Hmmm I can't laugh no more the way That I could with you Don't enjoy those little things The way that we used to Who's gonna cheer me up, my love When I'm feeling down Who's gonna smile with me and kiss Away my frown Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love Bits and pieces, that's all And I can't believe it Bits and pieces, that's all That we made of our love

Wings of love at the end Will give us shelter again We're gonna hide under When our protest is over With our answers unsaid We will walk hand in hand We won't talk, we won't cry We'll be just sharing what's left of us