I'm just a single unit, no stereo
No different though the mix has changed
I have cancelled all the pieces
That were meant to make me whole
Now there's no room to turn around
He wanted hands that could do the job with some finesse
Thickly covered in frost
I juggle the wolves and keep out of sight
I don't want to spoil their dreams (spoil their dreams)
And I won't call their names when I leave
Leave
I used to be, so beautifully printed
A rich enough text on every page
But I cancelled all the pieces
That were meant to make me
But I cancelled all the pieces
