I've loved you much too long and far too well.
I guess that's how you know when something dies.
We're still going through the motions,
And a stranger couldn't tell.
It's just The Look Of Nothing in your eyes.
I see what you go through trying not to hurt me:
Synthetic smiles and silent lies.
But, the nights are cold and long.
I'd rather have you gone
Than see The Look Of Nothing in your eyes.