What does this look like to you? A mark so fine, you barely see. You have one just like it, too¡º 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 And I love you with all I am And you love me with what you are¡º As pretty as a twisting vine, A mark so fine But still a scar