Apart from Zounds by Dappled Cities

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
At 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 yards 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 cut 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

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