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...