(Gary Moore)
Outside the rain is falling,
inside it feels so cold.
A view from a broken window,
faces that look so old.
Every trick in the book you have tried,
to make ends meet.
Just remember those nights that you cried,
there was nothing to do, but lie awake and
listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Outside the rain is falling,
inside you feel so cold.
A view from a broken window,
faces that have grown so old.
Every trick in the book you have tried
to make ends meet.
Just remember those nights that you cried,
there was nothing to do, but lie awake and
listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
You thought the mourning served out years ago.
There's no more records on the radio,
no place to go.
Every trick in the book you have tried,
to make ends meet.
But just remember the nights that you cried,
there was nothing to do, but lie awake and
listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.
Listen to your heartbeat.
