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