Lyrics:

If I threw my broken body
Let it shatter on the rocks
Would you pick up all my imperfections
Keep them hidden in your jewelry box?

Would you help this old man singing?
Would you save this little boy?
Would you treat me like a baby?
And let me treat you like his toy?

Is this it?
Honey is this it?
This is it

Would you break me like a prism?
Would you see my different sides?
Would you separate the bright ones
Hang them on your laundry line?

Would you help this tired Abraham?
It's not just Isaac that is crying
For he who is busy loving
Is both living and is also dying

Is this it?
Honey is this really it?
This is it

Would you know me like a doctor?
Would you sing me like a hymn?
Would you touch me like a bridesmaid
In some husband's dirty little dream?

When these defeated lips have failed me
Would you save my hungry eyes?
Would you milk your breasts for honey?
Would you feed me all your pretty lies?

Is this it?
Honey is this really it?
It's all that we've been praying for
Honey is this it?
It's all that we've been waiting for
It's all that we've been praying for
Is this it?
Honey is this really it?
Is this it?
Honey is this really it?
This is it