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 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 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?
will you leave me too?
too late 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?
would you leave me too?