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.
Smother a heart, Opening up, opening up.
Look at the Scars, You open me up, opening up, open me up
