Sweeter Than the Scars

Mm-mmm-mm-mm

Dreams are about the future

Songs are about the past

Sometimes it takes a suture

To make a feeling last

To make a feeling last

'Til tears are subsumed

Like toys in trash bags

In a box of honeymoon

Ring found wrapped in rags

A ring found wrapped in rags

No longer will I hold you

A story lost in time

Folded in mold and mildew

Tied in dry rotted twine

Some day we'll fly

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Dum, ooh

Things found seem to tickle

The memory of the heart

Surprisingly, a salty trickle (oh)

Ripples out of our spark

It ripples out from a spark

Oh, but I painted all my rooms

And I thank my lucky stars

Sometimes I swear I smell your perfume

And it's sweeter the scars

Sweeter the scars

No longer will I hold you

Your story lost in time

Folded in mold and mildew

Tied in dry rotted twine (ooh)

Some day we'll fly

Some day we'll fly