i feed the fire in the night and wish the memories away;
as with tears i watch the flames of departure.
i still think of you and it makes it even harder;
i can't remember but the good times we had..
it was the love that become hate and all the wrong words were said;
i never wanted this to be, but still it is.
seems like these nights are getting each time longer;
longer they are when i pass them all alone..
i walk alone the cold streets.
love is gone, cold streets.
love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;
loneliness is my only game on these cold streets..
the freezing wind from the sea blows it cold over me;
the sea lies frozen in ice as do my soul.
seems like these nights are getting each time colder;
colder they are when i pass them all alone..
i walk alone the cold streets.
love is gone, cold streets.
love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;
love is no game on these cold streets..
i walk alone the cold streets.
love is gone, cold streets.
love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;
love from ubove is what i need on these cols streets.. |