I'd like to sneak around your house
When everyone's asleep
Tiptoe across your 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


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
Yeah, 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


But does she ever miss me? (Hold my hand)
I still hear her singing (Hold my soul)
Just like an orchestra, (Angels sing I'm staving), just like a painting

With velvet brushes (My ears swell cold)
And wooden framing (Hold my soul)
She's a familiar Monet (Angels call her), that's worth renaming

the scar (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