I saw her again last night
Needling that man as she does
She told me
Little jabs can be spicy
But from what I see
She cuts way deeper
More surgical in style
And laughing it all off
She says
Either way
There's gonna be
Marks or scars
So why should I care
Because he once gave me a present
To help me see
Brighter things
Among the rocks and slime
The striving and falling down
The marks and scars
I'd rather brush him with a feather
Or paint him in clearest tones
Brush him with a feather
Or paint him in clearest tones
Clearest tones
Like the sky
Paint him the clearest blue
Brush him with a feather
Cos anyone already has
Too many marks and scars
Too many marks and scars
Like the sky
Paint him the clearest blue
Brush him with a feather
Cos anyone already has
Too many marks and scars