HIM The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness LRC歌詞

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...
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.