[00:00.00]
[00:31.29]I'd like to sneak around your house
[00:34.84]When everyone's asleep
[00:38.22]Tiptoe across the door-room mat
[00:42.04]That used to welcome me
[00:45.38]Then gently shut the door
[00:48.59]To see a brand-new Christmas tree
[00:52.94]And the silence pounds like a kettle drum
[00:56.70]And a chill runs through me
[00:58.61]
[01:01.08]But does she ever miss me?
[01:04.47]I still hear her singing
[01:08.47]Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
[01:15.64]With velvet brushes and wooden framing
[01:23.01]She's a familiar Monet that's worth renaming
[01:29.47]The scar
[01:32.80]
[01:33.52]I choked up the dirt, completely hurt
[01:38.29]I ran straight through them all
[01:41.02]Then pushed aside what's left of pride
[01:44.96]And trembled through the hall
[01:48.25]And there stands a door you'd seen before
[01:52.30]When all you knew you was down
[01:56.00]And your perfume breath brought peaceful death
[01:59.84]On sleepy silver gowns
[02:02.59]
[02:04.15]But does she ever miss me?
[02:07.38]I still hear her singing
[02:11.42]Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
[02:18.72]With velvet brushes and wooden framing
[02:25.88]She's a familiar Monet that's worth renaming
[02:32.09]The scar
[02:34.72]
[02:35.08]Yeah, to wake is such a dreaded thing
[02:38.29]To sleep is such a hole
[02:41.58]I eat without your company
[02:45.74]I drink till I unfold
[02:49.09]And now hear the end of everything
[02:52.99]Just thrown onto the ground
[02:56.18]But October fell and broke my shell
[03:00.38]And all I knew was down
[03:03.11]
[03:36.37]But does she ever miss me? (Hold my hand)
[03:39.32]I still hear her singing. (Hold my soul)
[03:43.29]Just like an orchestra, (Angels sing I'm staving), just like a painting.
[03:50.66]With velvet brushes (My ears swell cold),
[03:54.41]And wooden framing (Hold my soul),
[03:57.93]She's a familiar Monet (Angels call her), that's worth renaming,
[04:04.49]the scar (the scar).
[04:11.65]
[04:12.41]Hold my hand (so they crush them in),
[04:14.22]Hold my soul.
[04:17.66]Angels sing I'm staving (the scar).
[04:24.44]My ears swell cold (so they crush them in),
[04:30.00]Hold my soul.
[04:30.81]Angels call her the scar.