Porridge Radio - Pieces Of Heaven

I drive into the suburbs where fairytales end
Sit in silence for hours as it rattles around inside
Over the worst of it, into the solitude
Find out the parts that still sing in the night
All the pieces of heaven are home for the week
Places I'm never going, words I'll never speak to you
I hate you, sparrow, for the things that you'll never do
A tiring way to show love if it's true
You've got something inside and it's weighing you down
To see it just turn around or try to live without love

I feel you at night in the wind as it passes by
The cold on my inner thigh, an ache deep inside
Open the window and watch you fly out then
And leave when you want and come back when it's over
Into the worst and hold on for dear life
Yes, sparrow I hate you, the things that you'll never do
The fear that you carry through, the way that I loved you
Emerge into solitude
Oh sparrow, you coward
The pain that you put me through
Grown tired of waiting, I'm tired of wanting you
Grown tired of waiting and tired of wanting you
Grown tired of waiting and tired of wanting you
Grown tired of waiting and tired of wanting you