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 wont deny the pain
i wont deny the change
and should 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 wont deny the pain
i wont deny the change
and should i fall from grace here with you
will you leave me too?
too late to turn back now
im 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 wont deny the pain
i wont deny the change
and should i fall from grace here with you
would you leave me too?