Verse
You Need The Whole Thing To Make Any Of It Useful.
Try As We Might To Pull The Limbs Apart.
My Thumbs Are Getting Raw From Mending All The Seams,
And All The Thread That I Could Find Was Made From Inside Of Me; My Gut Strings.
Verse 2
You Need Time To Pass To See That There’s A Difference.
With Stubborn Eyes We Try To Ignore The Change.
My Eyelids Have Come To Rest. A Beautiful Blindness.
But The Light, It Still Is Mocking Me With Shades Of Yellow And Pink.
Chorus
There’s A Scar On My Stomach That Leads To Where I Came From,
And The Shape Of My Hand Fits So Perfectly In My Father’s Glove.
Verse 3
You Need The Whole Thing To Make Any Of It Useful.
You Need Shade To Fall In Between The Shimmering.
You Need Moonlight To Grow.
You Need Aggravation To Know Which Way To Go.
Chorus
There’s A Scar On My Stomach That Leads To Where I Came From,
And The Shape Of My Hand Fits So Perfectly In My Father’s Glove.
Outro
You Need Something To Serve As A Reminder.
So Without A Scar We Are Incomplete.
You Need The Whole Thing.
You Need The Whole Thing.
