I survive the cold on your promises. Frozen in a life so temporary. Trapped in the darkness of an endless night. Living for the day when you'll be mine.
(J. Lyon/B. Rush). . She left on the morning train. She never spoke of returning. So blasé she just walked away. Oh, but this fire is still burning. .
(J. Lyon/B. Rush). . There is a drug on the market. They claim will satisfy. But I tried them already. And they just don't gratify. There ain't no drug ever made.