Little Sister Songtext

von Jason Webley

Little sister, I don't know if you should look at me that way
There's a blister about to burst, only waiting for a quick, deliberate and violent touch
But oh, to resist her or to kiss her, either one feels like
They both feel like a sin

Little sister, I confess you've been present on my mind
With your mystery undressed and my heart scrubbed bare, burned clean by turpentine
Bus still she insists there are no fairy tales, we end before we start
I start to break as she fades and disappears

And oh, when I'm with her I feel so much joy and brokenness
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's hard to know how to hold
Your sister

Little sister, God, I know I shouldn't look at you this way
We have a history, it's comforting, familiar when we set the house on fire and walk away
But still, to resist her or to kiss her, either one tears me apart
A part breaks free as she fades and disappears

And oh, I am just a dumb beast, stuck here, stranded, staring at its heart
Its heart, its heart, its heart
Its hard to know how to hold
Your sister