Our Time Down Here - 7th October 1984 lyrics
I miss whispering down the phone, Now my hands cold to the touch. I must go before the floods rush in again, You're happier when you don't see me much. Our star was out, alone all by itself.
I miss whispering down the phone, Now my hands cold to the touch. I must go before the floods rush in again, You're happier when you don't see me much. Our star was out, alone all by itself.