Statue in the Rain - Laura Branigan

The days grow old like winters that creep slowly past

And the love grows cold like icicles against the glass

Now everything around me has changed

The magic of your touch remains

And I stand here feeling naked

Like a Statue In The Rain

A Statue In The Rain

Statue In The Rain

Calling out your name

A photograph, a window to another time

As I watch the past, I feel your body dance to mine

Now everything around me has changed

The phanton only feeds the flame