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