Paul Oska - Smithereens Lyrics

As parts divide
Fragments are made to go it on their own
There's a way out
But then the handle it refuses to turn
Spread out
Pulled away
Pieces we have no longer meet
And I cannot claim that I know
Where these smithereens are meant to go
The forms detach
The pattern still will not agree to match
Heavy sleight of hand
The misdirection that fails to persuade
Caught out
Once again
The tricks we have no longer fix
And I cannot claim that I know
Where these smithereens are meant to go
There's a way out
A way out
There's a way out
But then the handle still refuses to turn
Scattered
Split away
The bits we have no longer fit
And I cannot claim that I know
Where these smithereens are meant to go
And I cannot claim that I know
Where these smithereens are meant to go