Seasons change, Reasons increase To love her more, They'll never know our lore. It's our own secret. And sharing a home with her, something I'll never regret. I wouldn't let her tell no lies But I'd give her my eyes, If she were blind. I'd pull out my knife, If anyone made her cry. The laughter always echoes Through the house like sweet melos. Though the cries never echoes But me and her knows About all these cries that never shows. And I know we'll never become foes. In her, the other half's there, That fact is mere. She loved me before I had a name, And for us to hide, she built a cave. I wonder what she'd be Without me. I wonder what I'd be Without her.