HIM - The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness
By your heart strings I'm 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.
Tiptoeing 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, opening up, opening up, opening up..
Look at the scars, you open me up, open me up..
Smother a heart, opening up, opening up.
Look at the scars, you open me up, opening up, open me up
