Mates Of State Jigsaw
You write the good songs, baby I'll write them until the end And you can stand above us And we can still be your friend
It's like a jigsaw, maybe You found the corner piece first We never asked for nothing You're always bearing gifts Oh, you could see us through
Your stage is calculated Your heart, it stars backstage I like the old songs better This thing was made for you and me For you and me
You could see us through
