The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness
By your heartstrings I am hanging from a dreamgently swinging in the warm autumn breeze.
[Chorus]Come look at the scarssmother a heart, opening uplook at the scarssmother a heart, opening upno more.
Tip toeing along a strand of your hairSuspended betweenThese thoughts and actions miles above reality
Come look at the scarssmother a heart, opening uplook at the scarssmother a heart, opening up [x2]
Look at the scarssmother a heart, opening up [x2](look at the scars)
Opening up, opening upopening up....
Look at the scars(you open me up)open me upsmother a heartopening upopening up [x2]