[Intro: Jesse Lacey]
Hide in a stork's mouth
Sleep 'til it's dark out
All dressed up, holding your receipts for the numbers that you picked
You, in a box, full of your mistakes, and a leaden crucifix

[Verse 1: Vincent Accardi]
If hearts were all made like they were balls of yarn
Well, they've all got those strings that get tugged on real hard
Some are different lengths, some would be stronger than others
And some would be the colors of your mothers' and fathers'

[Verse 2: Vincent Accardi, with Jesse Lacey]
Do old structures stand the same as any older man:
A place where something used to live, but in the end just turns cold?
Am I a torn up, tattered, worn out piece of fabric, not suitable to stitch up a rip?
'Cause I'd like to be tightly braided, gold and silver bracelets
The type you'd like to wear around your wrist

[Chorus: Jesse Lacey]
As we're made
We start to break
As we're made
We start to break
As we're made
[Outro: Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey]
And in the places you go, you'll find these people you know (We start to break)
All sewing patterns into clothing that you've called your own(As we're made)
And in these smaller designs, there's something larger you might find (We start to break)
That people's hands have worked together to make up the parts of you (As we're made)