- cifra
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 though he's too big a man to say
There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways
Drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away
Drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away
