Scars

I've stood upon my mountaintop and shouted at the sky Walked above the pavement with my sense amplified I get this feeling... All my nerves are naked wires tender to the touch Sometimes super sensitive but who can care too much? I get this feeling... Scars of pleasure, scars of pain Atmospheric changes make them sensitive again Each emotional injury leaves behind its mark Sometimes they come tumbling out like shadows in the dark I get this feeling... When I think about all I have seen and all I'll never see When I think about the people who have opened up to me I get this feeling... Snow falls deep around my house and holds the winter light I've heard the lions hunting in the Serengeti night I get this feeling... Forests turned to factories and river, sea, and sky Hungry child in the desert and the flies that cloud her eyes I get this feeling... Scars of pleasure, scars of pain Atmospheric changes make them sensitive again Pleasure leaves a fingerprint as surely as mortal pain In memories they resonate and echo back again... Scars of pleasure, scars of pain Atmospheric changes make them sensitive again