Текст Blue October – The Scar

I’d like to sneak around your house
When everyone’s asleep
Tiptoe across the door-room mat
That used to welcome me

But does she ever miss me?
I still hear her singing
Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
With velvet brushes and wooden framing
A familiar Monet that’s worth renaming
The scar

I choked up the dirt, completely hurt
I ran straight through them all
Then pushed aside what’s left of pride
And trembled through the hall
And there stands a door you’d seen before
When all you knew you was down
And your perfume breath brought peaceful death
On sleepy silver gowns

But does she ever miss me?
I still hear her singing
Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
With velvet brushes and wooden framing
A familiar Monet that’s worth renaming
The scar

Yeah, to wake is such a dreaded thing
To sleep is such a hole