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
