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, [?] two is but enough
Torn for love, maybe two is but enough
Born too rough, baby two is true enough