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.
Tip toeing 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··· Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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.
Tip toeing 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··· Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
