歌词：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.

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..

*(BACKGROUND)*
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