Your name spelled out the cracks upon the pavement Rings I hear are you on the phone Maybe it's all just a sign of my enslavement Those who are lonely are never alone Clouds paint pictures of when we were together I'm seeing faces I swear that must be you My memories are always altered by the weather I collect the pieces they all fall into I'm hearing voices from a time of gladness Don't think it's madness that I'm going through But I don't mind this thing that I am losing I'll keep collecting these these fragments of you