behind her eyes there's curtains...
  and they've been closed to hide the flames, remains...
  she knows their future's 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...