The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness

By your heart strings I'm hanging from a dream,
Gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze.

Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up, no more.

Tip toeing along a strand of your hair suspended between,
These thoughts and actions miles above reality.

Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..

Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..

Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..

*(BACKGROUND)*
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..

Opening up, opening up, opening up, opening up..
Look at the scars, You open me up, open me up..
Smother a heart, Opening up, opening up.
Look at the Scars, You open me up, opening up, open me up

upravo ide akusticna verzija na renegade..prelepo

kako je Villeu glas kjut u ovoj verziji, kinda promukao na ovom delu opening up pa na dalje

uf, evo valo yossa

Obožavam je...tako je neobična i stvara u meni neki osećaj koji ne mogu da definišem...bolje reći mešavinu raznih osećaja:mira,straha,zabrinutosti,vernosti...i još mnogo nedefinisanih...uf,nije meni lako XD

Covek u par recenica objasnio sustinu odnosno ono kako se verovatno vecina nas s vremena na vreme oseca ( bar sam se ja nasla u njegovim recima ) :

The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness
This is a pun of the classical sentence “The Foreboding Sense of Impending Doom.” The song and the title thematically affiliate to “Scared to Death”: that you can be afraid of beautiful and nice things as well. The title can be read as a summary of the whole album. If you have been a friend of solitude for so long and have lived the life of a lonely wolf, you need a lot of courage to turn away from this and to take a step into the “land of the living.” In this song I ponder about my next steps. It’s about the question why your dreams and reality often are so far away from each other and why it’s so difficult to get certain things done. What keeps me from saying the things I want to say? In short: It’s probably about the fear to fail.

Jeste!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA odlično!!!!

Baš je i melodija i tekst takva da se baciš u razmišljanje o sledećem koraku,šta dalje....

I nekako gledam optimistički...

Akusticna verzija ove pesme je meni jedna od najboljih pesama...
By your heart strings I am hanging from a dream... Gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze... Genijalno...

Slazem se ^_^