Scar

What does this look like to you? A mark so fine you barely see You have one just like it too A twisting vine, a mark so fine 'Cause I love you with all I am And you love me because you are As fearless as a twisting vine A mark so fine but still a scar Fear plays dumb then eats the soul Like a vagabond with a fishing pole He whistles but he cannot sing It's an awful tune but very soon I find that I am whistling too And your window is like a star That I sit beneath like a vagabond Who wears his fear just like a scar The blade of our outrageous fortune Like a parade, it cuts a path Light shows on our foolish way And darkness on our aftermath If I love you to save myself And you love me because we are So fool to think that our parade Could leave a path but not a scar And I love you with all I am And you love me with what you are As pretty as a twisting vine A mark so fine but still a scar