Measure of Degree
She was always wrong, became a writer
He was always weak, became a fighter
Who can say that one of them was brighter
It's only just a measure of degree
They were always hoping for survival
A little metaphysical revival
Then things got better for a little while
But only by a measure of degree
She would look for meaning in the bruises on his face
Gaze into the crooked scars that time would not erase
He longed to pull away and say could we cut to the chase
Please
The stories she created were heart-rending
The fights that he would fight were never-ending
Who can say that one was more unbending
It's only just a measure of degree
She'd say, "Baby, we're gonna make it. Just you wait and see."
He'd say, "Tell me what it means if I'm dying in my dreams."
Then they'd put it all away to write and fight another day
They always had a way beneath the sheets
Her stories made her subject to suspicion
He was bloodied beyond recognition
They learned their lesson by their own admission
But only by a measure of degree
She would look for meaning in the bruises on his face
Gaze into the crooked scars that time would not erase
He longed to pull away and say could we cut to the chase
Please
He was always weak, became a fighter
Who can say that one of them was brighter
It's only just a measure of degree
They were always hoping for survival
A little metaphysical revival
Then things got better for a little while
But only by a measure of degree
She would look for meaning in the bruises on his face
Gaze into the crooked scars that time would not erase
He longed to pull away and say could we cut to the chase
Please
The stories she created were heart-rending
The fights that he would fight were never-ending
Who can say that one was more unbending
It's only just a measure of degree
She'd say, "Baby, we're gonna make it. Just you wait and see."
He'd say, "Tell me what it means if I'm dying in my dreams."
Then they'd put it all away to write and fight another day
They always had a way beneath the sheets
Her stories made her subject to suspicion
He was bloodied beyond recognition
They learned their lesson by their own admission
But only by a measure of degree
She would look for meaning in the bruises on his face
Gaze into the crooked scars that time would not erase
He longed to pull away and say could we cut to the chase
Please
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Writer(s): Rachel Mara Efron, David Hobbes
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