Double - Vetiver

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