Parting Ways - Neil Finn

Behind her eyes there’s curtains

And they’ve been closed to hide the flames, remains

She knows their future’s burning

But she can smile just the same, same

And though her mood is fine today

There’s a fear they’ll soon be parting ways

Standing like a statue

A chin of stone, a heart of clay, hey

And though he’s too big a man to say

There’s a fear they’ll soon be parting ways

Drifting away, drifting away, drifting away, away

Drifting away, drifting away, drifting away, away