Laura Branigan

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