I don't know who you are
You caught my eye from afar

You're the clear winter sky
I'm a cloud
I'm the snow set to fly
You're the ground
This might not be so very [bad word] But this is me and that is you

Tell me that you have heard this too:
You're too good to be [bad word] 
You're the clear inner eye
I'm a shroud
I'm the tears that won't dry
When you're proud
This could be a white lie
But there you are and here am I
You're the clear winter sky
You're the ground
Cross my heart, hope to die
There you are and so am I

You're the wind giving speed
To my kite
I'm the toy that will stray
From your sight
You're the [bad word]  searching seer
I'm the lie
You're the surgeon
So open my eyes