My faith was fraying at the edges My corners ground down to the bone The rough ones tore into my trenches Sank into places love can't hold I was stone, under pebble, under sand, buried in the ocean To the dead dark, I'd hold out my hand, just to keep the hope in And face the morning So from the hollow of all those years I would have wait for you When I covered the missing and called it living Praying for something to lose Rusting, reaching deep for the feeling My spirit had been severed through But in the second you came I knew The last piece of me was Last piece of me was you You slide your shape around my senses Like a silken feather floating home Mosaic Moon-drops paint us naked When our scars align, we feel the earth shake and glow We're the stone, to the pebbles to the sand in a jar of our love We're the soul, the foundations and everything can fall around us So from the hollow of all those years I would have wait for you When I covered the missing and called it living Praying for something to lose Rusting, reaching deep for the feeling My spirit had been severed through But in the second you came I knew The last piece of me was Last piece of me was you Last piece of me was you