Polly Paulusma - This One I Made For You

Tiny heart flutters
Between my fingers and my thumbs
You're already in trouble
Before you've begun
I see your tiny heart whirring
A turning of wheels
Just grab onto something
And dig in your heels
This place is made of blood and bones
Expect you've seen some better homes
But this one I made for you
I've seen your heart, I know your name
So don't go bailing out again
No, this one I made for you
I made for you
Now everyone's forgotten
What they came here for
They were once in a garden
Now they're going to war
And while your tiny heart flutters
Between my fingers and my thumbs
There's some sporting old soldier
Laughing and joking and poking her gum
This place is made of blood and bones
Expect you've seen some better homes
This place is made of blood and bones
Expect you've seen some better homes
But this one I made for you
I've seen your heart, I know your name
So don't go bailing out again
No, this one I made for you
This place is made of hearts and souls
Of broken crowns and little holes
But this one I made for you
I've seen your heart, I know your name
So don't go bailing out again
No, this one I made for you
I made for you