Rainy days, closed cafes,
drifting, haunting.
Hollow eyes, numb inside,
lonely and empty.
I'm searching for laughter,
for memories brought alive.
Places and faces and traces of you.
Darkened skies, spot lit lies,
aching, awaking.
Words return, why can't we learn?
Love is forgiving and taking
and living in honesty.
Truth and affection
not cast to the sea.
Oh, oh what a fool I've been.
My pride let you go.
The eye of the storm remains.
Chillingly cruel, silently screaming your name.
Silence is pain.
Rainy days, closed cafes,
drifting, haunting.
Hollow eye, numb inside,
lonely and empty.
I'm searching for laughter,
for memories brought alive.
Places and faces and traces of you.
Oh, oh what a fool I've been.
My pride let you go.
The eye of the storm remains.
Chillingly cruel, silently screaming your name.
Silence is pain.
Rainy days,
forever and always
haunted by you.
- :
- Songs of a Lifetime
- Miscellaneous
- Manoeuvres
- Greg Lake: The Solo Collection
- Greg Lake: Live
- Mastermix Christmas
- King Biscuit Flower Hour: Greg Lake
- Christmas: The Album
- Works, Volume 1
- From the Beginning: The Greg Lake Retrospective
- Christmas GoldDisc AX1
- Greg Lake
- Classic Rock: Cool Christmas
- Gary Moore and Greg Lake
- 100% Christmas
- King Biscuit Flower Hour Presents Ringo & His New...
- The Best of Progressive Rock
- The Best of Rock
- Alive and Acoustic
- Classic Rock: Sounds of Christmas