The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness Lyrics

The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness (Acoustic)
From the Baudelaire in Braille album
Words and Music by Ville Valo
By your heartstrings I am 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