Oh, the way your words brew in the pot of my mind
And they mend and they mend
All the broken little bits of me
They fill the cracks
Like the strings that stitch me together piece by piece
Like they are the patchwork to sew me back together where I was missing
And they mend and they mend
Your words are my medicine
If that is so then your touch much be magic
Because your kiss and your hands work much more than some drug
It's like I'm put under a spell
They fill the cracks
Like sorcery they make my skin bloom with goosebumps and make me shiver
But cold is the opposite of what I feel at the mercy of you
And they mend and they mend
Your hands and lips put me back together again
