All the little pieces come apart   All the little pieces of your heart      I look at all the children whose hearts are strong   Running down the streets like nothing's wrong   I look at all the friends I've known, now some have changed   Some I know will always be the same      Nobody knows what happens   When the moon blew now   Nobody knows, nobody knows      That all the little pieces come apart   All the little pieces of your heart   All the little pieces come apart   All the little pieces of your heart      If you happen to look away from the people   And you feel the prick from pins and the needles   All which have been stuck into your arms   And all of your cries have been false alarms   And you can't pick up the pieces   No, you can't pick up the pieces      I look at all the children whose hearts are strong   Running down the streets, nothing's wrong   I look at all the friends I've known, now some have changed   Some I know will always stay the same      Nobody knows that all the little pieces   All the little pieces   All the little pieces come apart   All the little pieces of your heart      All the little pieces   All the little pieces   All the little pieces come apart   All the little pieces of your heart