White Moth Black Butterfly - Symmetry

The face of the moon and the sun were visible to none
The moth of the dark drew light as the butterfly took flight

The pale glow of solemn eyes in the winter snow
From the depths rose an ancient soul
A book of truth and a sword of stone

You, you, you
You, you, you

Even though you are the one
The one that makes this feel so oh so real

Even though you are the one
The one that makes this feel so oh so real

The pale glow of solemn eyes in the winter snow
From the depths rose an ancient soul
A book of truth and a sword of stone

Even though you are the one
Even, even though you are the one
Even though you are the one
Even though you are the one, you, you, you