Dirty water clouds your eyes Come sit next to me My pale, fragile boy
Will I ever convince you I'm an innocuous heart Will I ever convince you I'm an innocuous heart
And, oh, oh, my child Your face is wearing its age And the scars under the stars They're threading you right in And, oh, oh, my child Your face is wearing its age
And you call to tell me that you've changed That your feathers are still ruffled And your pillow looks the same And the clock is ticking Under the bare blue skies
Yeah I'm getting used to Being see-through with you Yeah I'm getting used to Being see-through Yeah I'm getting used to Being see-through with you Yeah I'm getting used to Being see-through
And there's nothing left for you to take And there's nothing left for you to break And there's nothing left for you to take And there's nothing left for you to take For you to take For you to take
There's nothing left for you to take There's nothing left for you to
