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
