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 though he’s too big of a man to say
There’s a fear they’ll soon be parting ways

Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away