Apart

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