Double

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