Mud & Stars

Two men doubt through bars One saw mud, the other stars I think with eyes like ours, there are stars and mud And what the lover do But fix his down-cast eyes on you Wanting to fix you too And show you how to sing Maybe there's nothing more To feeling than getting sore But I'm willing to hurt you more To show you what I need What I need, I mean, do I need to be meaning to you as something to destroy Or so it seems, your dreams something screams Something dumb, and cursory-like jewel Two men doubt through bars One saw mud, the other stars I think with eyes like ours, there are stars