What of all the talk   Things he said   All that stayed bottled in your heart   And you thought   Bottled in your heartache   I’ll fix that   Want me, we can make a start   Your sad little heart felt closer   The feud was it needed time   He was a man etcetera   Must be held a different kind      Oh unholy wind is blind   Roses winter through the street   Time keeps no trace of us   Still feels like a song so sweet   Like a song so sweet      Heart   Is a holy painter   It fills in what our thoughts create   Likeness of the devil   Or an angel’s come to stay   The distance says now   You are older   And the dark you know   Surely you have been touched this time   There’s no way to let him go      And oh   The unholy wind is blind   Roses winter through the streets   Time keeps no trace of us   Still feels like a song so sweet   Like a song so sweet      And the moon is a haunted woman   With the look of a vacant dream   And she says   Don’t, don’t lose him, don’t you lose him   He’s the soul of your everything      And oh   The unholy wind is blind   Roses winter through the streets   Time that keeps no trace of us   Still feels like a song so sweet   Like a song so sweet      Hmmm hmmm hmmm