Cold - Andrew Lloyd Webber, The Everly Brothers

The flowers have all died, the skies are going grey

I begged my baby not to leave, I couldn’t make her stay

The heat has disappeared, the eternal flame is low

The forecast ain’t so good, I’m all messed up no place to go

It’s cold, like a frozen teardrop

There’s a chill in the air, and there’s ice in my vein and it won’t stop

It’s cold, like an endless winter

The moon’s on the run and even the sun is cold

I gotta see my girl, I gotta see her eyes

The barometer is falling, only she can make it rise

There’s nothing on the trees, there’s nothing for me here

I gotta find salvation and some thermal underwear

It’s cold and it’s getting colder

They’re evacuating Satan who’s waiting for hell to freeze over

It’s cold, like an endless winter

The stars are all gone and even the sun is cold

The moon’s on the run and even the sun is cold

I gotta see my girl, I gotta see her eyes (Girl — gotta see my girl,

gotta see her eyes)

The barometer is falling, only she can make it rise (Falling — she can make it

rise)

There’s nothing on the trees, there’s nothing for me here (Nothing on the trees,

nothing for me here)

I gotta find salvation and some thermal underwear (And some thermal underwear)

It’s cold and it’s getting colder

They’re vaccinatin' Satan who’s shaking all over pneumonia

It’s cold, like an endless winter

The moon’s on the run and even the sun is cold

The stars are all gone and even the sun is cold

The world is too old and even the sun is cold