Can we piece it together

Simply want it to work

Right where it's severed

And we can conserve

Well it holds down neatly

Everything that it serves

It belongs to us now

no longer needs to be nursed



Let's not find the weakness

push the bruise

What good would it do



It belongs to us now

We can endure

No televisions

No longer needs to be cured

And when we define it

it seems to conclude

It's right where we find it

It's right beside you



Let's not drag out the details salt the wound

Let's not find the weakness push the bruise

What good would it do