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..