ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child

softly stolen under our blanket skies

and rescue me from me, and all that i believe

i won't deny the pain

i won't deny the change

and should i fall from grace here with you

will you leave me too?

carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree

and hold me for goodbyes-and whispered lullabyes

and tell me i am still

the man i'm supposed to be

i won't deny the pain

i won't deny the change

and should i fall from grace here with you

will you leave me too?

too late to turn back now, i'm running out of sound

and i am changing, changing

and if we died right now, this fool you love somehow

is here with you

i won't deny the pain

i won't deny the change

and should i fall from grace here with you

would you leave me too?