I'm just a single unit, no stereo No different though the mix has changed I have cancelled all the pieces That were meant to make me whole Now there's no room to turn around He wanted hands that could do the job with some finesse Thickly covered in frost I juggle the wolves and keep out of sight I don't want to spoil their dreams (spoil their dreams) And I won't call their names when I leave Leave I used to be, so beautifully printed A rich enough text on every page But I cancelled all the pieces That were meant to make me But I cancelled all the pieces