If you stare too hard at anything
You’ll find the cracks under the paint
The fault lines and the blemishes
On every statue of a saint

So please don’t look too hard at me, my love
And I won’t look too hard at you
And I’ll remember you as beautiful
And you’ll remember me as true

If you give part of you to me, my love
I will give part of me to you
And as we fade into a memory
We are reborn as something new