Two men doubt through bars
One saw mud, the other stars
I think with eyes like ours, there are stars and mud
And what the lover do
But fix his down-cast eyes on you
Wanting to fix you too
And show you how to sing
Maybe there's nothing more
To feeling than getting sore
But I'm willing to hurt you more
To show you what I need
What I need, I mean, do I need to be meaning to you as something to destroy
Or so it seems, your dreams something screams
Something dumb, and cursory-like jewel
Two men doubt through bars
One saw mud, the other stars
I think with eyes like ours, there are stars
