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