Might be a cold blank stare or a roll of an eye
You know it s slipping through your fingers but you don t know why
Oh, oh it might die fast or bleed out slow, you never know
Might be the call that he got or the look on his face
Was it the lies on his lips I could almost taste
Oh, oh he might come clean or put on a show, you never know
The way love goes
Who can really say
Why love goes away
When it goes it s gone
We can t even see
We re watching as it leaves
Our eyes are close