It takes two to break a promise
But only one to love you
One holds up the promise to the stars
The other dropkicks it
The promise is not broken, but love is
Stuffed up a chimney with its throat cut
It takes two to make a promise
But only one to fall in love
One holds up this love to the full moon
The other claws it drawing blood
Out of the beautiful shiny silver surface
It begins to drip onto Golgotha becoming a flood