Wet Heart - Thin White Rope

It seems like nothing long or sharp

Enough to press on your wet heart

Little girl somehow was struck so wide

Don’t think she’s dry behind the eyes

Stiff-walking like a seeing eye

Your hand too dry to hold

What disappointed you

To make you act so old?

She doesn’t like to compare scars

I shrug and say «It's your wet heart.»

She wants to be a mystery

I’m sorry there’s no way to be

I guess I’ll go on wondering

If she was hiding anything