Capo 3
Youâve been running through my mind
But I donât want to seem unkind
I saw you from across the room
And I thought Iâd come talk to you
Youâre beautiful to me
Donât mind the marks you see
Theyâre from another life
Donât mind the scars
Iâve been dreaming of your golden hair
And the way you tip toe through the air
Put your hand in mine and see
Iâm not as odd as I seem to be
And I wish you were here
To soothe away my fears
That haunt my dreams
Donât mind the scars
I wonât talk to you of love
Itâs not a feeling I wish to re-live
So donât ask about that girl
Donât ask about the scars