If I had a mountain, I'd push every stone to a cliff. If I had a river, the banks would overflow. The banks would overflow. But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me. The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees A book abandoned by the bed might kill me If I don't have you. If I had an ocean, the waves would reach past the shore. If I had a desert, the sand would be whiter than snow. The sand would be whiter than snow. But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me. The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees A book abandoned by the bed might kill me If I don't have you. If I don't have you. 'Cause everything that I am is just pieces of you. Every thought that I have, just pieces of you, just pieces of you. Just pieces of you. Just pieces of you. But a book abandoned by the bed might kill me. The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees A book abandoned by the bed might kill me If I don't have you.