Behind her eyes there's curtains
And they are closed to hind the flames
Remains
She know's there future's burning
But she can smile just the 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 to big a man to say
There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways
Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away...
Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away...