Cold Water

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