She is like the water where I clean my babynFloating from the front into the back to keep menwarm enough to cover me from getting chillynCool enough to hide me from the heatnnShe is like a splinter that I caught in my toenrunning from the dog that chases mensharp enough to teach a lesson that I must learnnsoft enough to never make me bleednnnAnd I will find you therenAnd I will mend your heartnAnd I will find you therenAnd I will mend your heartnnnShe is like a cigarette inside an ashtraynNothing but a fire sets her freenFilling up my lungs until my body needs hernholding on so I can never breathennShe is like a gravestone sitting in a church yardnCrooked from the ground in which she sleepsnWhispering our name until I go to meet hernUnderneath the ground she finds her peacennnAnd I will find you therenAnd I will mend your heartnAnd I will find you therenAnd I will mend... your heart