Behind her eyes there's curtains,
And they've been closed to hide the flames, remains.
She know their futures 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,
Drifting away, Drifting away, Drifting away,.. away.