When the evening
Fall on my shoulder
You look calm and strong

Saw the last [bad word] down the clock
still the song goes on

I don't want to lose it
You don't want to leave it
I don't want to fake it
You don't want to say it

What the spider 
Left in the backyard
Is mine til we're gone

Youth [bad word] 
Out of my bones and
Soon it may be stone

I don't want to share it
You don't want to miss it
I don't want to feel it
You don't want to see it