All my highs came from you Came within troubles Thrills held still Uncertain stead Not a nice word in a double, double
We started out happy and true To one another Days, strange ways, moved in between Darkened that dream, of a double, double
We pair and pull up through The twine and rubble Call and through, what could we do? Binded by two, in a double, double
Born too rough, baby two is true enough Sworn above, declare, two is but enough Torn for love, maybe two is but enough Born too rough, baby two is true enough
