Two men doubt through bars   One saw mud, the other stars   I think with eyes like ours, there are stars and mud   And what the lover do   But fix his down-cast eyes on you   Wanting to fix you too   And show you how to sing      Maybe there's nothing more   To feeling than getting sore   But I'm willing to hurt you more   To show you what I need      What I need, I mean, do I need to be meaning to you as something to destroy   Or so it seems, your dreams something screams   Something dumb, and cursory-like jewel      Two men doubt through bars   One saw mud, the other stars   I think with eyes like ours, there are stars