If I threw my broken body
Let it shatter all the rocks
Would you pick up all my
imperfections Keep them hidden in your
jewelry box
Would you help this old man singing
Would you save this little boy
Would you treat me like a baby I'd love to treat you like his toy
Would
you break me like a prism
Would you see my
different sides
Would you separate the bright ones Hang them on your laundry line
Would you help this tight Abraham
It's not just Isaac that is crying
For he was busy loving
He's both living and is also dying
Is
this it?
Would
you know me like a doctor
Would you sing me like a hymn
Would you touch me like a bridesmaid
In some husband's dirty little dream
When these defeated lips have failed me
Would you save my hungry eyes
Would you milk your breasts for honey
Would you feed me all your pretty lies
Is
this it?
Honey,
is this really it?
Is all that we've been praying for Honey,
is this it?
Is this it?