We were forced to chop up the train seats
And tables for the fire
As the wind howled through the windows
And the brown lace curtains couldn't kill the breeze
Exactly fifty years ago tonight
It's just a shame that there are no photographs from this time
Through the attic windows
The moon grows in the sky
And I'm glad and happy looking
For a moment that could capture my heart
This house will be a ruin before you know it
No matter how many times you wipe that table
There is no escape, you'd be a fool to believe it
It's just too bad you didn't take more photographs
It's with a mix of disappointment and surprise
You comb your black hair over your eyes
As I throw back to another time
But I'm just happy looking for your eyes
You know that I'm just happy looking for your eyes
I'll let the colour that they set off in my heart
Act as a tie
Act as a tie
