Some Things Never Change

The hero says his final goodbyes, and there are tears in my lover's eyes,
But it was just a film, make-believe, they all get up and go home,
And now you're asking me why love can wither away and die,
Well I know, I know that some things go, but some things never change,
Like the starlight, that is shining in your eyes,
Like the storm in a winter sky,
Like the moon on the tide,
Turning it again and again,
Like the way that I love you,
Some things never change,
Like the way that I love you,
Some things never change; The road is long and it's hard,
I don't imagine for a minute it's not,
But I'll keep my loving for you, right down to the end,
The fire is blazing bright, we could sit here and talk all night,
And though this wood must burn away, some things never change,
Like the starlight, that is shining in your eyes,
Like the storm in a winter sky,
Like the moon on the tide,
Turning it again and again,
Like the way that I love you,
Some things never change;

Like the way that I love you,
Some things never change...

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