You’re peeling the paint from your canvas
The face that you made with your [bad word] You kill your creation in anger [bad word] that once was your [bad word] The painting is peeled and your darling dead
The secret of love turns its hideous head
Written in scars – cuts wide and deep
Written in stars – dark light in your sleep

Lost count of the wars – you lost count of the score
Returned to the trenches each time to fight more
Thought you escaped your nightmare – your curse
To find you were waking from one to a worse
Written in scars – your cuts wide and deep
Written in stars – dark light in your sleep

It’s written in scars now – your cuts wide and deep
It’s written in stars now – dark light in your sleep
In memory of her brittle heart
Amused – abused – accursed
Your aquarelle – your living [bad word] Is right here on earth

Erase – every trace
Of peelings and pain
Find your peace
When your lips stop saying her name

It’s written in scars now – your cuts wide and deep
It’s written in stars now – dark light in your sleep
In memory of her brittle heart
Amused – abused – accursed
You live to tell – you’re leaving [bad word] It’s night here on earth