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