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lyrics
IT NEVER GETS COLD
You raise your eyes to the skies
Like Joan of Arc
I love the way you look
When your fringe gets too bold
And I watched you
Walking on the empty beach
Looking at stones and picking flowers
You taunted the hills for their age
With your laughter
Kicking at fortune
And running away
And I watched you kissing him
And I lifted you
When he let you fall
And it never gets cold
In your eyes
It never gets cold
And all the boys
From the town
They were calling out names
From the fairground rides
And we found a place on the grass
And we watched the waltzers
Turning into the night
And how those Summer days
Fell around us
Like warm cloaks of light
And we flew like we were gods
Immortal and fragile
In black and white shots
And it never gets cold
In your eyes
It never gets cold
And down by the dunes
In the call of the north wind
Where I never told you I loved you
Where the seashells whispered
Your name in my ear
And the dark clouds gathered over the sea
As the first drops of rain came down
Sometimes, sometimes
Just the way you smiled
Sometimes
I’d give you anything
I loved you in that yellow dress
With the lilac ties
And the way the days were so long
And the skies were so wide
And the sun was alive with you
You in your socks
Sitting in your room
Where Michael painted Bowie
On your wall
And Tracy was playing
‘Goodbye Joe’
And your table overflowed
With pencils and paper and perfume
And colours and cups
And I saw you watching me go
There at your window
I saw you wave
And the music never stops
And though I am old now
And far away
I am writing to tell you I am not gone
I am still waltzing
Still dancing
To your song
And it never gets cold
In your eyes
It never gets cold