Sixes hang in the door
What kind of shit to ignore
Ive cut the cloth
Ooh, hard line circle
How to know who to write?
How to know who can cull up all the questions?
We know that Im right, cause
To clean out a night
I fell in love
I heard about it
Bit by bit, bit by bit
I heard about it
Bit by bit, bit by-
I heard about it, no
Bit by bit, bit by bit
And so its not in your clasp
Then whats the function or the task?
Well, Id stun and Id stammer
Help me reach the hammer
For then what will I ask?
Thats a pair of them docks
Mooring out two separate lochs
Aint that some kind of quandry? -waundry
Take me into your palms
What is left when unhungry?
I learned about it
Bit by bit, bit by bit
I learned about it
Bit by bit, bit by bit
Ive learned about it, no
Bit by bit, bit by bit
Im still standing in
Still standing in the need of prayer
The need of prayer
No, I dont know the path
Or what kind of pith Ive amassed
Long lines of questions
Lessons, lessons, lessons
But what do you lose to concede?
And yes, its hard to believe
When em sold for your sleeves
Just come off of your kneel
Please, please, please
I can admit to conceal
No, thats not how thats supposed to feel
Oh, no its not for broader appeal
Fuck the fashion of it, dear
Ive laughed about it
Bit by bit, bit by-
Ive laughed about it
Bit by bit, bit by-
Ive laughed about it, no
Bit by bit, bit by bit