I thought I understood it That I could grasp it (*3) But I didn't Not really I knew the smudgeness of it (*4) The pink-slippered-all-containered-semi-precious eagerness of it I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole The wholeness was a rather luxurious idea Because it's the halves that halve you in half Didn't know Don't know about the in between bits The gore-y bits of you (*5) And gore-y bits of me
*3. grasp = memegang erat-erat
*4. smudgeness = noda kotoran
*5 The gore-y bits of you, And gore-y bits of me = sedikit lukamu, and sedikit lukaku