The Scar

A grey day in February Some flecks of white, but mostly brown Purple surprises riding in on a nerve Begins to excite you before it settles down It's after the knives and the sutures and needles I'm left with an arrow that points at my heart I call it the seat of my sentimental sorrow Gone seems to be one of the sum of my parts And the night is cold As the coldest nights are There's a wise woman She comes from an evening star She says: Look for the signs You won't have to look far Lead with your spirit and follow Follow your scar A man I knew once said he wanted to see me I said I'd been sick but was on the mend I told him a few of the overall details He said: That's too bad And he's never called me again What a gift in disguise that poor little puppy So scared of misfortune and always on guard A big man will love you Even more when you're hurtin' And a really big man Loves a really good scar Cause the dawn breaks And it's breaking your heart There's a wise woman She sits at the end of the bar She says: Look for the signs You won't have to look far Lead with your spirit and follow Follow your scar A grey day in February Some flecks of white, but mostly brown The world has tilted but The world has expanded And the world has turned My world upside down Cause the night is warm and all full of stars There's a wise woman She's moved right into my heart She says: Look for the signs You won't have to look far Lead with your spirit and follow Follow Follow your scar English translation of Gaelic: Run with the red deer And sing with the wind The magic lasts And meaning will follow The scar is God given As a sign for your life Strength from your ancestors And through your own mouth Strength from memory Like a tree on the wind Show me your scar And I will make it better