See Through - Jen Wood

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 im getting used to

Being see-through with you.

Yeah im getting used to

Being see-through.

Yeah im getting used to

Being see-through with you.

Yeah im 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…