Lyrics:
What does this look like to you?A mark so fine, you barely seeYou have one just like it tooA twisting vine, a mark so fine'Cause I love you with all I amAnd you love me because you areAs fearless as a twisting vineA mark so fine but still a scarFear plays dumb then eats the soulLike a vagabond with a fishing poleHe whistles but he cannot singIt's an awful tune but very soonI find that I am whistling tooAnd your window is like a starThat I sit beneath like a vagabondWho wears his fear just like a scarThe blade of our outrageous fortuneLike a parade, it cuts a pathLight shows on our foolish wayAnd darkness on our aftermathIf I love you to save myselfAnd you love me because we areSo fool to think that our paradeCould leave a path but not a scarAnd I love you with all I amAnd you love me with what you areAs pretty as a twisting vineA mark so fine but still a scar