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 '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