Mend Your Heart - William Fitzsimmons

Mend Your Heart - William Fitzsimmons
She is like the water
Where I clean my baby
Floating from the front
Into the back to keep me
Warm enough to cover me
From getting chilly
Cool enough to hide me
From the heat
She is like a splinter
That I caught in my toe
Running from the dog that chases me
Sharp enough to teach a lesson
That I must learn
Soft enough to never make me bleed
And I will find you there
And I will mend your heart
And I will find you there
And I will mend your heart
She is like a cigarette
Inside an ashtray
Nothing but a fire sets her free
Filling up my lungs
Until my body needs her
Holding on so I can never breathe
She is like a gravestone
Sitting in a church yard
Crooked from the ground
In which she sleeps
Whispering our name
Until I go to meet her
Underneath the ground
She finds her peace
And I will find you there
And I will mend your heart
And I will find you there
And I will mend
Your heart