A grey day in February   Some flecks of white, but mostly brown   Purple surprises riding in on a nerve   Begins to excite you before it settles down      It´s after the knives and the sutures and needles   I´m left with an arrow that points at my heart       I call it the seat of my sentimental sorrow   Gone seems to be one of the sum of my parts      And the night is cold   As the coldest nights are   There´s a wise woman   She comes from an evening star   She says: Look for the signs   You won´t have to look far   Lead with your spirit and follow   Follow your scar      A man I knew once said he wanted to see me   I said I´d been sick but was on the mend   I told him a few of the overall details   He said: That´s too bad   And he´s never called me again      What a gift in disguise that poor little puppy   So scared of misfortune and always on guard   A big man will love you   Even more when you´re hurtin´   And a really big man   Loves a really good scar      Cause the dawn breaks   And it´s breaking your heart   There´s a wise woman   She sits at the end of the bar   She says: Look for the signs   You won´t have to look far   Lead with your spirit and follow   Follow your scar       A grey day in February   Some flecks of white, but mostly brown   The world has tilted but   The world has expanded   And the world has turned   My world upside down      Cause the night is warm and all full of stars   There´s a wise woman   She´s moved right into my heart   She says: Look for the signs   You won´t have to look far   Lead with your spirit and follow   Follow   Follow your scar      English translation of Gaelic:      Run with the red deer    And sing with the wind    The magic lasts    And meaning will follow    The scar is God given    As a sign for your life    Strength from your ancestors    And through your own mouth    Strength from memory    Like a tree on the wind    Show me your scar    And I will make it better