Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luca Stricagnoli
Luca Stricagnoli
Acoustic Guitar
Meg Pfeiffer
Meg Pfeiffer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Meg Pfeiffer
Meg Pfeiffer
Songwriter

Lyrics

When he took his last breath
his lungs were full of water
I didn't cry in front of him
'cause I told him he was the best father
And when he slipped away
I let him go but broke into pieces
We don't understand and don't heal
'cause he's gone, I can feel it
Since then
I am
the mosaic woman
taped up by hands
that don't understand
Since then
I remain
the mosaic woman
patched up with mud
'cause gold cost too much
Too much
My brother and my mom
pick up their pieces, too
I hear the sound of his voice
Don't touch things, things he has used
No, no, no
Since then
I am
the mosaic woman
taped up by hands
that don't understand
Since then
I remain
the mosaic woman
patched up with mud
'cause gold cost too much
Too much
Since then
I am
the mosaic woman
Since then
I remain
the mosaic woman
Too much
Too much
patched up with mud
'cause gold cost too much
Written by: Meg Pfeiffer
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