She was marked again by his golden pen
First he removed her silver ring
Then he drew a new one with eight dollar ink
Lines like scratches and patches of love letters
In places that she can't see
On her back and behind her knee
She is parchment and she knows
That he's determined to write the words
And when he thought he lost his pen
He searched until he had it again
There's more writing to be done
Before he gets to see the sun
She is parchment and she knows
That he's determined to write the words