She was the sun
and he were the moon
she was a musician
yet he were not a tune

She was the lighthouse
And he were the storm
Yet somehow in all that ice
he kept her warm

Like the young and old,
Good and bad,
Fire and ice,
Happy and sad

She was the white
And he were the black
For whomever spoke truth
That opposites attract

Maybe I was the sun
and you were the moon
And we just we’re meant to be
In the same place
At the same time