Rites Of Spring

Youre the woman who made me a man
I was down you taught me to stand
I was made up of nothing
you put something inside
You opened my chest
And put that hurt in my eyes
Now Ive got that pain I can turn to
When I wonder if Im still alive
I was made up of nothing
You put your hands on my heart
Stained your fingers inside me
And you took me apart
Youre the woman who made me who I am
Everything Ive got I got from you