If you can't take the weather   You can take my sweater   With the loose threads.   I know that I'm in danger   Of unravelling,   But believe me,   I'm fine with it   Because I'd rather fall apart   Than hold it all together.   So I'm ready now   To let go.      Broken words   Come from healing hearts.   Stitch me up,   I'm ready to talk.   You'd better hit the deck.   I'm ready to talk.      So leave the old sayings to the old folks   With both feet planted in the past.   Roots run deep and   Broken words come from healing jaws.   We'll keep reaching until the last leaf falls.   I'm ready now   To move on.      Broken words   Come from healing hearts.   Stitch me up,   I'm ready to talk.   You'd better hit the deck.   I'm ready to talk.      If you can't take the weather   You can take my sweater   With the loose threads.      Broken words   Come from healing hearts.   Stitch me up,   I'm ready to talk.   You'd better hit the deck.   I'm ready to talk.      If you can't take it, then   I will do my best to make it better.   Broken words   Come from healing hearts.      If you can't take the weather   You can take my sweater   With the loose threads.   I know that I'm in danger   Of unravelling,   Believe me,   I'm fine