I still see you walking that grey, dirty street
A knife in your pocket, no shoes on your feet
The night was your ally, the stars were your tools
You said they’d look out for you
But that’s something they failed to do

And I'm here, still waiting for a sign
For you to make things right
To come back and pick up
The pieces of our fractured hearts
And make them whole again, whole again
Whole again, make them whole again

I still hear you laughing that big, carefree laugh
No chip on your shoulder, no weight on your back
And how I believed you, how I thought it was true
That you were invincible, and I was invincible too

But I'm here, still waiting for a sign
For you to make things right
To come back and pick up
The pieces of our fractured hearts
And make them whole again, whole again
Whole again, make them whole again