The sun and moon sharing the sky
Their love radiating from opposite edges of life's greatest masterpiece

Ah, all these foolish feelings
yet I love myself for all my silliness
at least I have that

I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.