Porcelain Fists - Ingrid Michaelson (英格丽·迈克尔森)

"Follow your heart" he said

Your heart will take you there

"Swallow your pride" he said

For pride is anything but rare

So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on

And in the salty sea I find you're all but gone

Take my hand you're treading water

I feel I am slipping away from underneath my toes

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes

Looked in the bathroom stall

Your back against the wall

Cold tiles beneaath your knees

Your body broke your fall

Spitting into your own reflection gazing back

Inside your porcelain fists your palms begin to crack

So take my hand your treading water

And I feel sand slipping away from underneath my toes

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes

When those sad eyes start to close

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes

When those sad eyes close