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...
