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?

Too late to turn to turn back now, I´m running out of sound
And I´m changing, changing
And if we died right now, this fool you loved 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?