The Collage Is Whole x The Collage (Mashup)

[singer A] She keeps the scraps in a paper drawer Blue from a letter, red from a door A silver thread from a winter coat Small evidence of what she wrote She doesn't hide the uneven seams They map the places she learned to breathe Torn edges mend, blend She’s art that comprehends herself Piece by piece, hand to hand The collage is whole again [transition] [singer B] Torn edges mend, she starts to blend In a world she had to reinvent Scattered pieces of the life she knew Now coming back in a different hue She's art that comprehends herself No longer dusty on a shelf Every fragment finds its home The collage is whole, she's not alone [transition] [singer A] Let the seams remain visible Let the colors disagree What once looked irreparable Now tells the truth completely Torn edges mend, blend She’s art that comprehends herself Nothing lost, just rearranged The collage is whole again The collage is whole The collage is whole