Текст песни Scars

"Scars" is based on the traditional English-American folk ballad "Scarborough Fair." Please don't go to Scarborough Fair Violets, roses, thistles and vines Remember me, I am still here He was not a true love of mine He was not a true love of mine He was not a true love of mine Please don't go to Scarborough Fair Honey, poison, oakwood and wine Don't forget me, I still care He was not a true love of mine Follow me to Scarborough Fair Clovers, lilacs, jokers and thieves Remember me, I do not need He was not a true love of mine He was not a true love of mine Please don't go Please don't go Follow me Follow me Twist it and turn it around Kick dust upon it 'til it eats the ground Love is something to break down Make it scream 'til you get sick of the sound Make it scream 'til you get sick of the sound Make it scream 'til you get sick of I'm so sick of the sound