Oh heart, my heart

Oh heart, my heart,

I sang a song to try to tell you all 

about the world I know.  Where rivers run 

and breezes blow, where grandma tried 

to hide her tears when grandpa died

but i was six and I looked up in time 

to see their silent drip, effortless down endless cheeks 

each silent tear contained a memory turned clear.

oh heart my heart, I sang a song to tell you how

the day is long the night-

is night.

I cannot unaffect you now by 

what I know

this world below

blows cold and wet and drips to let some crystals form

in deepest caves, 

but it will take a thousand years.

I sang a song, oh heart my heart, to try to try

but I can't put you back again

and i can't fix you heart, my heart, 

no I can't fix your heart.