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?
