You're the astronomer who denies the stars
Eccentric, yet grounded, you make this life ours
Ride into battle on horseback or sheep
Victorious or slain, let's take a leap
With you, come what may, grab life by the throat
Do it together, on linen or in the moat
I don't need your happy thoughts nor your well-meaning deeds
I've got a higher calling, for which it all supersedes
Give me your dark, your guilt, what you rather all forget
I'll give you mine, my pain, my dark, my love