Faces of Stone

Faces of stone that watched from the dark As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park Images framed, hung high in the trees And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves Your lover was gone, his replacement to hand And just what the difference was, you could not understand In darkening grey we walked back through the streets Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you Believed every word I heard At least I think that's what I tried to do We sat on the roof, the night overflowed No more was said but I learned all I needed to know Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart