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 --- The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness - H.I.M.