Iron In The Fire
Robin Gibb
Cold my hairs grey,
And I watch another day
Passing by the arcade of my age.
So I'm older,
Not a hand or shoulder,
After streets of view
Falling into you.
Irons in the fire,
But my blames are passing high.
Seems I'm just a hopeless case without you
Without your face,
I'm a empty place.
Without your voice,
I'm a helpless choice.
Why am I still alive?
When you're not there I can't survive
Gently on the hole you stole my soul.
Still I will cry
For the night you said goodbye,
And every tear you clearly say your name.
Irons in the fire,
But my blames are passing high.
Seems I'm just a hopeless case without you
Without your face
I'm a empty place,
Without your voice.
I'm a helpless choice.