Pieces - Field Music

And it all winds up

Getting tired of the same thing

Cause it’s in need of a change

The face on my head

The hair on my hands is getting

Thicker

So i suggest we go to bed

And sleep until we forget

Until we can’t ignore

What’s gone on

And what i’ve done so far

Isn’t any better

So i might change my dress

And you might feel the same

Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing

And you can’t measure it all

Cause the smallest things

Are infinitely larger than you think

The whole things on the brink of nothing at all

It just doesn’t work

So i might change my dress

And you might feel the same

Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing

And my mouth changes size

With the size of the parks

Inspire confidence

They’re beginning to fuse

Reversing the poles

I won’t hear a word in your language

So i might change my dress

And you might feel the same

And i might change my dress

And you might feel the same

Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing