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...