There is a passage to the heart
There is an end that is the start
Upon the landscapes of forever
We are the pieces
We are the pieces
We are the pieces and the parts

There is a space between two thoughts
There is a key that does unlock
Within the puzzle we reside
Inside the puzzle
Inside the puzzle
The grains of sand inside the rock

I can see the fascination
I can see the fascination
Can you see?

There is a rhythm and a flow
There is a yearning in the soul
And though we may be very small
So very small
So very small
Still we are fractions of the whole
We are

Copyright 1989 Eric Klein