If I had a mountain, I'd push every stone to a cliff
If I had a river, the banks would overflow
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you

If I had an ocean, the waves would reach past the shore
If I had a desert, the sand would be whiter than snow
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me
The stain from where your wine glass
Was could bring me to my knees
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you

'Cause everything that I am is just pieces of you
Every thought that I have, just pieces
Of you, just pieces of you
Just pieces of you
But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me
The stain from where your wine glass
Was could bring me to my knees
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I don't have you