Слова песни The Scar Blue October

I'd like to sneak around your house
When everyone's asleep
Tiptoe across the door-room mat
That used to welcome me
Then gently shut the door
To see a brand-new Christmas tree
And the silence pounds like a kettle drum
And a chill runs through me

Chorus:
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
She's 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
But your perfume breath brought peaceful death
On sleepy silver gowns

Chorus:
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
She's a familiar Monet that's worth renaming
The scar

Yeah, to wake is such a dreaded thing
To sleep is such a hole
I eat without your company
I drink till I unfold
And now hear the end of everything
Just thrown onto the ground
But October fell and broke my shell
And all I knew was down

Chorus:
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
She's a familiar Monet that's worth renaming
The scar

Hold my hand (so they crush them in),
Hold my soul.
Angels sing I’m staving (the scar).
My ears swell cold (so they crush them in),
Hold my soul.
Angels call her the scar