Текст песни Mark Pont - Picking Up The Pieces

There's an overload on my mind
And it's summertime, it should be fine all the time
Feel the pressure building all around me
Need to escape, I need to feel free
Must be more to life than this
But some will say this is all there is

I'm on the floor but I'm picking up the pieces
Bless my soul, I'm picking up the pieces, yeah
I'm on the floor, picking up the pieces
I'll get it all back together again

Some will pray, some will cry
Some wanna live, some wanna die, don't ask why
Some will tell you, just play the game
Some have the cash yet they long for change

I'm on the floor but I'm picking up the pieces
Bless my soul, I'm picking up the pieces
I'm on the floor, picking up the pieces
Who's knocking at the door?
But everything's gonna be alright

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

I'm on the floor, picking up the pieces
Bless my soul, I'm picking up the pieces
I'm on the floor, but I'm picking up the pieces
Who's knocking at the door?
I'll get it all back together again

I'm on the floor, picking up the pieces
Bless my soul, I'm picking up the pieces
I'm on the floor, picking up the pieces
Who's knocking at the door? I'll get it all...