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