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 [bad word] heart that’s left at home [bad word] a heart of stone

Do you believe in [bad word]  
The lies we told of youth
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?