Little Scars

When I'm at your mercy When I'm at your fingertips It could rain all night on my nakedness And I wouldn't notice a thing Leave your little scars, my dear With your sharp words, sculpture my heart Leave your little scars, my dear With your sharp words, sculpture my heart When I breathe hard on the cold glass And my face disappears, it seems Write your name in the wetness And in the letters, I can once more exist Leave your little scars, my dear With your sharp words, sculpture my heart Leave your little scars, my dear With your sharp words, sculpture my heart And in the closeness of our breathing And in the closeness of suffocating skin I picture myself a million miles away I picture myself a million miles away