Ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
Softly stolen under our blanked 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 supposeed 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?

To late to turn, to turn back now I'm running out of sound
And I am 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
Will you leave me, too?