Don't touch it, and all that's a crime I look to the dictionary just to try to find the word Really, there's no way to describe this Never obvious son Why should I always ask a question When the answer never comes? When I see through so many things And money just doesn't count, not this time There's a jigsaw world scattered on the ground I walk on over to look at it But the pieces are turned down Jigsaw In the west each day burns out Like the embers in my fire Time to think nobody notices, is it just desire? In the east I taste a promise, since it made a dip All the time will make me notice if I let it hit When I see through so many things And money just doesn't count, not this time Not time time There's a jigsaw world scattered on the ground I walk on over to look at it But the pieces are turned down There's a jigsaw world scattered on the ground I walk on over to look at it But the pieces are turned down This is a theater and now I cannot listen And I'm moving closer to the closeness Like a backpack inside my dreams Is it realy what it seems It's a jigsaw art with the pieces all turned down It's a jigsaw art with the pieces all turned down