~from the Shadow Danse album~Bloodline~
~a vision of winter reflected in the eyes of age~
~the guitarist on this album is my son Tommy~I write and sing the words~
~he remembers them~I don’t~yet he refuses to sing~I hear his voice~
~like an echo of my own when we play~I’ve never actually caught him singing~
~in addition to the guitar work~
~he does all the mixing down a & finessing our work in his studio~
~as a father & creative man myself~I am enthralled at his genius~
~when I first heard this recording I thought he had mixed~
a harmony track of my own voice into the chorus~
~my daughter advised me~don’t tell him but no~
the voice harmonizing with yours is his~he finally did some singing~
~(I knew he could)~ but not in front of dad~
~Cold Winter Eyes~
~she gets up every morning~
~she drinks a cup of coffee~
~there’s a face inside the mirror ~
~and a thousand broken pieces~
~the cold moon surely freezes~
~all hope attends the rainbow~
~and life just passes by~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~she’s had some kids and husbands~
~they send her cards and pictures~
~lots of letters full of kisses ~
~she reads between the lines~
~the darkness comes upon her~
~as she turns the empty pages~
~and her heart is cold as ice~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~there’s a cold cold cup of coffee~
~and an old and broken mirror~
~and a pile of worthless ashes~
~where once there was a fire~
~and the spirit is the reason~
~what sad and broken angel~
~whose wings will never fly~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la and la~
~ah ah ah ah ah~
~ah ah ah ah ah~
~oh oh oh oh oh~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~when death stands in the doorway~
~all promises are broken~
~and the shadow of a woman~
~living in the mirror~
~and the cold moon surely freezes~
~as she cries into the winter~
~and the tears freeze in her eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~a vision of winter reflected in the eyes of age~
~the guitarist on this album is my son Tommy~I write and sing the words~
~he remembers them~I don’t~yet he refuses to sing~I hear his voice~
~like an echo of my own when we play~I’ve never actually caught him singing~
~in addition to the guitar work~
~he does all the mixing down a & finessing our work in his studio~
~as a father & creative man myself~I am enthralled at his genius~
~when I first heard this recording I thought he had mixed~
a harmony track of my own voice into the chorus~
~my daughter advised me~don’t tell him but no~
the voice harmonizing with yours is his~he finally did some singing~
~(I knew he could)~ but not in front of dad~
~Cold Winter Eyes~
~she gets up every morning~
~she drinks a cup of coffee~
~there’s a face inside the mirror ~
~and a thousand broken pieces~
~the cold moon surely freezes~
~all hope attends the rainbow~
~and life just passes by~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~she’s had some kids and husbands~
~they send her cards and pictures~
~lots of letters full of kisses ~
~she reads between the lines~
~the darkness comes upon her~
~as she turns the empty pages~
~and her heart is cold as ice~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~there’s a cold cold cup of coffee~
~and an old and broken mirror~
~and a pile of worthless ashes~
~where once there was a fire~
~and the spirit is the reason~
~what sad and broken angel~
~whose wings will never fly~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la and la~
~ah ah ah ah ah~
~ah ah ah ah ah~
~oh oh oh oh oh~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~when death stands in the doorway~
~all promises are broken~
~and the shadow of a woman~
~living in the mirror~
~and the cold moon surely freezes~
~as she cries into the winter~
~and the tears freeze in her eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
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