Besedila: Every Avenue. Picture Perfect. Clumsy Little Heart.

Swears she's okay
Don't need a witness to her feelings
She watches them escape
The good ones get away

So cut and paste
And the stitches of her feeling
Unraveling this way
Makes her feel ashamed

All around her people stare
As she slowly falls apart
Picking up pieces
Of her clumsy little heart

It's hard to know where you're going
When you don't know where to start
But that's just life and that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part, yeah, that's the hardest part

Spinning off track
Hit the red, bet on black
Try to make it pay
But it can never walk away

Staring at his hand
Like it somehow holds a future
Wondering what went wrong
Wrestling the odds

All around her people stare
As she slowly falls apart
Picking up diamonds
Spades, clubs and hearts

It's hard to know where you're going
When you don't know where to start
But that's just life and that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part, that's the hardest part

It's hard to know were we're going, when we don't
We don't know where to start, that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part, yeah, that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part, yeah, that's the hardest part

All around her people stare
As she slowly falls apart
Picking up pieces
Of her clumsy little heart

It's hard to know where you're going
When you don't know where to start
But that's just life and that's the hardest part