H.I.M. - 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.

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

Written by:
Ville Hermanni Valo

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