1 2 3 4nna thousand pieces on the floorndon't know which puzzle they are fornyou can stare at them all daynor sweep them in the bin and praynnmemory that used to burn so bad is giving innnow the one that made me sad is just a scar beneath my skinnna hundred song birds fill our treennone of them would sing for menwhile my darling was awaynshe came home that lovely daynnmemory that used to burn so bad is giving innnow the one that made it sad is just a scar beneath your skinnnfloor boards creaking once againneach morning when your day beginsnbrittle brances sprouted leavesnwind chimes swaying in the breezennmemory that used to burn so bad is giving innnow the one that made is sad is just a scar beneath the skinnnit's just a scar beneath the skinnit's gunna fade awaynit's gunna fade awayn...n