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