Walk out the door, your eyes filled with tears

or stay and confront me and face all your fears

linger in silence neither distant or near

it's not going to change a thing

Lay down beside me and question my faith

or hold me with all the love we have made

share all your secrets or hide them away

it's not going to change a thing

Lie here and talk of whatever you want

or dare to compare all the things we've done wrong

what care the world when we're all dead and gone

it's not going to change a thing

The picture is painted, the colours are bold

one for each season of life I suppose

it no longer matters, the story is told

it's not going to change a thing