Behind her eyes there's curtains...
And they've been closed to hide the flames.
She knows their future is burning,
But she can smile just the 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.
And though he's too big a man to say;
There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.
Drifiting away,... Drifting away,... Drifting away...
Drifiting away,... Drifting away,... Drifting away...
