The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness (Morgan Page Remix)

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.

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