Is This It
If I threw my broken bodyLet it shatter on the rocksWould you pick up all my imperfectionsKeep them hidden in your jewelry box
Would you help this old man singingWould you save this little boyWould you treat me like a babyAnd let treat you like his toy
Is this it? Is this really it?This is it.
Would you break me like a prismWould you see my different sidesWould you separate the bright onesHang them on your laundry line
Would you help this tired AbrahamIt's not just Isaac that is cryingFor he who is busy lovingIs both living and is also dying
Is this it? Is this really it?This is it.
Would you know me like a doctorWould you sing me like a hymnWould you touch me like a bridesmaidIn some husband's dirty little dream
When these defeated lips have failed meWould you save my hungry eyesWould you milk your breasts for honeyWould you feed me all your petty lies
Is this it? Is this really it?It's all that we've been praying forIt's all that we've been praying forIs this it? Is this really it?
This is it.