I'm a part and a part of being a part of something Is there's something to lean upon I'm apart and a part of being apart from something is there's nothing to lean upon Your mind says It's not particularly clear today It's winter on our harbour wire And we don't mind A the pace we play with the minimum chips of games we pay They're not to know our names, and we don't mind We're supposed to be the kind of clan Brings home the day with bread and beaten hands But Hands that kneed do need the change From being alone to being so Ever so empathised But have you ever been loved inside Put together as me and they Count me as one too I'm a part and a part of being a part of something Is there's something to lean upon I'm apart and a part of being apart from something is there's nothing to lean upon
And aren't you turning heads and screwing feet to legs and making all the sense of faces I know And as it turns out there are thousands of shards of you in me and yard of me in you and now we're whole Because of what you are, because of what you are, because of all the pieces put together made you into something Give me the fire you make, we'll make a cut a out of the piece of cake Underwater for our wedding day, there's 24 people under the waves And can you dream of walking late, past the post of the pace parade It's winter on our harbour bridge And we don't mind I'm a part and a part of being a part of something Is there's something to lean upon I'm apart and a part of being apart from something is there's nothing to lean upon