I walk along the street

I look into your eyes

I'm pleasant when we meet

I'm there when you go home

How many times before

Could you tell I didn't care?

When you turned your back on me

I knew we'd get nowhere

Do you believe in youth

The history of all truth

A heart that's left at home

Becomes a heart of stone



Do you believe in truth?

The lies we told of youth

A cause we call our own

Beside an empty throne

How many times before

Could you tell I didn't care?

When you reached out in your sleep

And you knew I wasn't there

My eyes are made of stone

Just like your sordid home

How many times before

Did you leave my soul alone?