This is how it ends
each on our own

Unless we pretend
meanwhile our hearts turn to

Stone
shaped by wind
boulders molded slowly over time
here within

I want to see you
under the make-up
let all the worry
vanish away
I want to hold you
like it’s the last time
like you were still mine

If you wanted out
didn’t I let you go

If you wanted in
didn’t I make it so

It could be
tenderness escapes so easily

I want to see you
under the make-up
let all the worry
vanish away
I want to touch you
like it’s the first time
like you were still mine