behind her eyes theres curtains...
and theyve 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
theres a fear theyll soon be parting ways
standing, like a statue
a chin of stone, a heart of clay, hey...
and though hes too big a man to say
theres a fear theyll soon be parting ways
drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away...
drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away...
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