Humidity

Pieces of a woman

Collecting pieces of a woman

Collecting pieces of a woman

Collecting pieces, pieces

First I found myself at a train station

She was sittin' there next to an old man

Well dressed and complainin' (That he'll look at me again)

Weather does something bad for his health

So I took myself out for a few drinks

Got to know myself ground to head

Where have you been all these days that

I was in need of a little help

Pieces of a woman

Collecting pieces of a woman

Collecting pieces of a woman

Collecting pieces, pieces

Rolled around, sinkin' back, lookin' out

People round doin' much the same (Same, same, same)

Every other boy and girl just building sketches of themselves

Up from charcoal to paint

And I found myself out in the backyard

Seeing the underside of leaves on the trees

Knowin' I'd come from much of the same place

But in my arms, have to stretch another day

Pieces of a woman

Collecting pieces of a woman, woman

Collecting pieces of a woman, yeah

Collecting pieces, pieces