Ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
Softly stolen under our blanket skies
And rescue me from me, and all that I believe
I won't deny the pain
I won't deny the change
And shoul I fall from grace here with you
Will you leave me too? 

Carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree
And hold me for goodbyes-and-whispered lullabyes
And tell me I am still
The man I'm supposed to be
I won't deny the pain
I won't deny the change
And should I fall from grace here with you
Will you leave me too? 

Too late to turn to turn back now, I'm running out of sound
And I am changing, changing
And if we died right now, this fool you love somehow
Is here with you
I won't deny the pain
I won't deny the change
And should I fall from grace here with you
Would you leave me too?