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?