The whole thing
Just a collection of fragments
Bustling, vying, each holding its own constituents
The overall

It´s a pragmatist view
Overall it´s going well
It´s going OK
Some good ideas badly executed
Best laid plans
These irritating wounds we need to attend to
Again and again
The ecstasy of erasure
Blank and clean
For a moment
A chance to see what we could have been
To see what we could have been
Our reflections turn away
And I want you so much my clothes hurt me
She smiled this morning
A big fantastic smile
And I was desperate for that happiness
She leaned and kissed me

And for a moment I didn´t care about the rest

[Sung (Spoken)]
The fruit is hanging
In November still (Ungiven)
Didn´t know the past then
Or how it would feel (Unyielding)
Block of resin
With a scorpion in too (Impregnable)
A stash of ??? tips
At the longest view (Pregnant, missing)
Pages blackened
With a section torn (Avoided and unforgotten)
Pages blacken, yellow and brown (Unsaid, useless)
A drop of venom in the burgundy (Tissues, resist)
A nut of sadness in the stupid sea (The only way down)
It´s the only way down (It´s the only way down)

It´s the only way down (It´s the only crossing)
The bough bends
The fruit still here (Unpeel and taste it)
I cannot offer my help (Trembling and empty)
I cannot offer my help
Distractions, distractions, distractions, distractions

[Spoken (Sung)]
When we are broken
No matter how hard we try
To arrange and fool ourselves
This unforgiveness
Like a disease
We work against its will
This space between too soon but too late
Did we miss it?
Has it arrived yet?

We aren´t sure
Unforgiveness
On a hometown morning
Calls unanswered
We arrived here naked and screaming
Only needed to be held
We only needed to be held (Sunlight)
This unforgiveness (Yellow light)
This self-destruction, self-reconstruction, sexy and alluring (See light, light on my body)
The clawing and the crumbling, the reconstruction
The love and loathing
Of this unforgiveness (See the light ???)