Behind her eyes there's curtains and
they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.
She knows their future's burning but
she can smile just the same. Same.
And though her mood is fine today
there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.
Standing like a statue.
A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey.
And thought he's too big a man to say
there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.
Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away.
Away. Away.
Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away.
Away. Away.