The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness

By your heartsrings I am hanging from a dream
Gently swinging in the warm Autumn breeze

Come look at the scars, smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars, smother a heart
Opening up
No more

Tip toein' along a strand of your hair
Suspended between these thoughts and actions
Miles above reality

Come look at the scars, smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up

Come look at the scars, smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up

Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up

Opening up...

Look at the scars
You open me up, opening up

Smother a heart
Opening up
Opening up

Look at the scars
You open me up, opening up

Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up