| Track 3 of _Fugazi_ --- |
| We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge, |
| Intelocked through a missing piece. |
| We are Renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs, |
| Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework. |
| We are Siamese children related by the heart, |
| Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation, |
| Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips. |
| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye. |
| Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why. |
| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, |
| The problems always seem to be, we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet. |
| This is the ricochet… |
| Drowning Tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships, |
| Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real. |
| Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies, |
| Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes. |
| We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course |
| To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce, |
| Screaming out a ceasefire, snowblind in an avalanche zone. |
| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye. |
| Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why. |
| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, |
| The problems always seem to be, we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet. |
| This is the ricochet… |
| Are we trigger happy, happy, happy? |
| Russian roulette in the waiting room, |
| Empty chambers embracing the end. |
| Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon, |
| Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes. |
| We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries, |
| We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons, |
| You must have known that I was planning, considering an escape. |
| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye. |
| Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why. |
| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, |
| And the problems always seem to be, |
| we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet. |
| This is the ricochet, |
| I’ll be seeing you again on the ricochet, |
| Will you show me the pieces next time on the ricochet, (ricochet) |
| I’ll be seeing you again on the ricochet, |
| There’s a problem, there’s a ricochet, (ricochet) |