The days grow old like winters that creep slowly past And the love grows cold like icicles against the glass Now everything around me has changed The magic of your touch remains And I stand here feeling naked Like a Statue In The Rain A Statue In The Rain Statue In The Rain Calling out your name A photograph, a window to another time As I watch the past, I feel your body dance to mine Now everything around me has changed The phanton only feeds the flame
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