The Heart Is Old

She came across the room without notice, the tears and the blood locked in the
walls
She took one step, two steps, three steps, soon she was dancing
She said here is where i will find peace
But the heart is old and the pain must grow, it’s the one thing you can’t skip
It’s the broken jaw, it’s the cut from the saw, it’s the shape from which she
must bend
She took tuinal and seconol but still she couldn’t find it
The peace that she needed so bad
But the heart is old and the pain must grow, it’s the one thing you can’t skip
It’s the broken jaw, it’s the cut from the saw, it’s the shape from which she
must bend
What was it she saw on the roof that night
What reshaped her face
On the roof that night, what was it she saw
What stole all that light and put it deep down under and beneath