The Jigsaw man craves only peace,
He wants completion; he seeks release,
There's something missing from his face,
Perhaps you missed it in your haste?
The Jigsaw man is corner wise,
You form the outlines of his eyes,
But man is made from many parts,
And Jigsaw man has lost his heart.
Jigsaw man is in a box,
It seems that something pure is lost,
Perhaps you'll have to start again,
Or wait until a wet weekend.
Jigsaw man has gone to pieces...
You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!