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