Him. Screamworks: Love in Theory & Practice. The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness. Zeneszám

By your heartstrings
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 no more
Opening up, opening up
Look at the scars,
Opening up no more

Scars, smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars, smother a heart
Opening up, opening up, opening up