Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.

She knows 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. Away.

Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.