I walk along the street
i look into your eyes
i'm pleasant when we meet
i'm there when you go home
how many times before
could you tell i didn't care?
when you turned your back on me
i knew we'd get nowhere
do you believe in youth
the history of all truth
a heart that's left at home
becomes a heart of stone
Do you believe in truth?
the lies we told of youth
a cause we call our own
beside an empty throne
how many times before
could you tell i didn't care?
when you reached out in your sleep
and you knew i wasn't there
my eyes are made of stone
just like your sordid home
how many times before
did you leave my soul alone?