I used to dream that we'd move somewhere
That one day would show
Deep in the lines that appear round our eyes
Oh, lines they look like roads
Roads only old age knows
Memories that we'd forge together
Would run through our veins
Stay in the blood and would never drain
Painted in our heads
Stained in the deepest red
But I don't want some art on my sleeve
No, I want to love, laugh, cry and grieve
Over something that's real
Oh, I just want to feel
A scar no one else can steal
Now that he's gone I will never know what
A scar feels like
Yes, I've been bruised but just on one side
I need this
On me like a kiss
But I don't want a tattoo on my skin
No, I want a scar, something I can open
On myself when I choose
Oh, I don't want to lose
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