Hidden Heart by Sarah Rossy

funny how we shrink ourselves to feel safe
but within these very walls we suffocate
i need to breathe, send some water to these roots
holding the space that's inside me, ooh

come cut me open, well i'm here
come cut me open, well i'm here
come cut me open, well i'm here
come cut me open, i'm here

broken open, leaning into the light on
courage shining through a chest you hold my cry on
i need a witness to see me through the dark
tracing the edges of this hidden heart

come cut me open, well i'm here
come cut me open, well i'm here
come cut me open, well i'm here
come cut me open, i'm here

• Alternative
• Experimental
• art pop
• folk
• jazz
• Montreal