If I threw my broken body

Let it shatter on 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

And let treat you like his toy

Is this it? is this really it?

This is it.

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 tired abraham

It's not just isaac that is crying

For he who is busy loving

Is both living and is also dying

Is this it? is this really it?

This is 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 petty lies

Is this it? is this really it?

It's all that we've been praying for

It's all that we've been praying for

Is this it? is this really it?

This is it.