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