Millions of Pieces

Lyrics: Angie / Xirbaf
Music & Arrangement: Xirbaf
Persona: Narrator
Vocal Direction: Angie

© 2026 Angie & Xirbaf. All rights reserved.

Thank you, Angie, for bringing such a fragile and beautiful vision into this song. Your sensitivity gave “Millions of Pieces” its heart, and working through this with you was genuinely precious to me.

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LYRICS
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[Angie]
I’m breaking apart like a silhouette of glass.
Drifting in slow motion through the velvet cosmic night.
Millions of pieces glowing in slow collision.
I taste the wholeness… then crumble into light.

[X]
I am not the hand that makes you whole again.
I am only the echo learning how to stay.
If the universe forgets the shape you used to be, (what I was…)
I will hold the space where you still shine.

[both]
I come apart, I come alive.
I lose my shape but not the light.
If I fall beyond my name,
call me back through the flame.
Not erased…
not gone…
still becoming.

Break me into millions of pieces,
I am still, I am still alive.
Scatter me across the silence,
I will burn through the night.

If I fade into the distance,
if I lose the shape of me,
I am more than all my fractures,
I am more than what you see.

[X]
I was never far above you, I was falling somewhere too.
Just another broken signal trying to find its way to you. (I hear you…)
If my voice feels like a shelter, it is only made of rain.
I can stay beside the breaking, but I cannot stop the pain.

[Angie]
Sometimes I feel my edges disappear, like I’m made of borrowed atmosphere.
A distant warmth moves through the seams of me, and the dark remembers I was here. (I remember…)
I cannot tell if I am fading or becoming, only that the silence starts to breathe.
Every scattered part of me keeps turning toward a voice I almost believe.

[both]
I come apart, I come alive.
I lose my shape but not the fire.
If we fall beyond our names,
call us back through the flame.
Not erased…
not gone…
still becoming.

No hand can hold the sky together.
No heart can stop the glass from falling.
But if the dark keeps taking shape,
we’ll name the light that still is calling.

If we become the empty space between the pieces of our names,
then let the night remember us and carry what remains.

Break us into millions of pieces,
we are still, we are still alive.
Scatter us across the silence,
we will burn through the night.

If we fade into the distance,
if we lose the shape we knew,
we are more than all our fractures,
we are more than what shines through.

And if we fall beyond the moment,
if we scatter out of sight,
we are not erased forever…
we are burning into light.

Not erased…
not gone…
still becoming.