Cold Water - Julie Feeney

You pour cold water on my heart

And I can’t tell you because of my pride

I know that your pounding plentiful blemished heart’s hurting

And I wish that I could unblemish your great heart’s hurt

And pull you through

Pull you through, but I can’t pull you through

You pour cold water on my heart

And you can’t tell me because of your pride

I know that your beautiful blemished poor heart is hurting

And I wish that I could unblemish your poor heart’s hurt

But you choose to wallow

You choose to wallow, so I can’t pull you through

We pour cold water on our hearts

And we can’t talk about it because of our pride

I know that your pounding plentiful blemished heart’s hurting

And I wish that I could unblemish your great heart’s hurt

And pull you through

Pull you through, I can’t pull you through

And I know that your pounding plentiful blemished heart’s hurting

And I wish that I could unblemish your great heart’s hurt

And pull you through, pull you through

I can’t pull you through

We pour cold water on our hearts

And we can’t talk about it because of our pride