We’ve made this into nothing more
Then a beautiful game of Tug o’ War,
One heart this way; bring me down,
One heart that way; turn it around.
We both hold knives, tapered and sharp
Ready to tear the other apart,
With one little action and one little word
We send anger off to flutter like a bird.
Up to the heavens and through our clouds
Until we’re wounded and falling straight down.
And then when we’ve landed our wings return
We soar to the limits until the sun begins to burn.
But one without the other falls harder than Us,
Through the stony ground with fire, smoke and dust.
And a little crimson trickle visited us both once,
The past is the past, but still the blade will hunt.
And even though we’ve fallen because of the other
We snap like a band and pull back together.
So once again our wings are failing,
Plummeting down with screams and limbs flailing.
But we always land on top, count on it,
And we'll be up in the clouds until one is hit.