So now tell me how your story goes. Have you ever suffered?
If so, did you get better or have you never quite recovered from it?
Did you find your lover laying in your bedroom with another and then
Did you let it hover over you and everything else well after the fact?

Show me all your bruises. I know everybody wears them.
They broadcast the pain—how you hurt, how you reacted.
Did cancer take your child? Did your father have a heart attack?
Have you had a moment force the whole heart to grow or retract?

Or just shrink.
Does the heart shrink?

Tell me everything. Tell me everything you know.

Were you told as a child how cruel the whole world can be?
Did anybody ever tell you that?
Tell me what your purpose is? Who it was that put you here and why?
Did anybody really put you here at all?
And what of those necessities? Like how to cope with tragedy and pain?
Did anybody ever show you how?
When it hits will my heart burst or break or grow strong?
Is there really only one way to know now?

I'm not sure if I'm ready yet to find out the hard way
How strong I am. What I'm made of.
I'm not sure if I'm ready yet to walk through the fire.
I'm not sure I can handle it.
Do you think if the heart keeps on shrinking
One day there will be no heart at all?
And how long does it take?
Am I better off just bursting or breaking?
Because I don't see my heart getting strong.

Tell your stories to me. Show your bruises.
Let's see what humanity is capable of handling.

She lost her kid, only seven, to cancer. She answered with faith in her god and carried on,
While he was attacked by his son and was stabbed in his stomach and his back and his arms.
He showed me scars.
82 years old, told me, “I still have my daughter and my wife. And I still have
My life and my son.”

Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can't fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you're struggling. Tell me that you're scared. No,
Tell me that you're terrified of life.
Tell me that it's difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost. Tell me how he left. Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost everything that you had.
Tell me that it ain't ever coming back.
Tell me about God. Tell me about love.
Tell me that it's all of the above.
Say you think of everything in fear.
I bet you're not the only one who does.

Everyone in the world comes at some point to suffering.
I wonder when I will. I wonder.
Everyone is out searching for someone or something.
I wonder what I'll find. I wonder.


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11, edited by arturus, PhantasmP

All Our Bruised Bodies and the Whole Heart Shrinks song meanings
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  • +6
    General CommentThis song seems to be a summary of the Wildlife album. songs like A Letter and A Poem seem to be the writer showing how he's unable to let himself recover. "She lost her kid, only seven, to cancer. She answered with faith in her god and carried on" is relating to I See Everything, and how the mother recovered, keeping her faith that God was doing the right thing, instead of turning bitter and losing her faith over her son losing his battle. "While he was attacked by his son and was stabbed in his stomach and his back and his arms. He showed me scars." relates to Edward Benz, 27 Times. The rest of this song is pretty self-explanatory. We'll all suffer at one point in our lives, some worse than others, it will all be part of our story. It's up to us to allow ourselves to recover from it. I think the song's also telling us not to hide things away. To tell people more about ourselves, even if it will make you come across as weak. If you tell people, even if it's just one person, there's then someone who knows more about how your mind works and can then help you better than anyone else could. This is a long, rambly comment, but that's what I see in this song.
    AlexCanFlyyyon April 18, 2012   Link
  • +4
    General Commentyou can find some answers already in the lines of the song:
    everybody is suffering at some point. there is no exception (rich or poor , young or old...) its like an universial law. all the tragedies and bad things belong to our existence, same like all the good things.
    it would be great, if we really would tell our stories to each other ! it would help a lot to deal with it better ! i think in the whole album , between the problems they addresss, you can find positive parts (in King Park: "...how senseless death, how precious life..."). Yes, life is precious, although there is suffering, which we have to deal with
    saitthamon February 15, 2012   Link
  • +2
    General CommentThe tell me part is the best.
    IMABEARon September 28, 2011   Link
  • +2
    General Comment"Tell your stories to me. Show your bruises.
    Let's see what humanity is capable of handling."

    This song is simply beautiful.
    polinawon January 21, 2012   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThe tell me part is the best.
    IMABEARon September 28, 2011   Link

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