Your heart's breaking in me
like I ain't been broke before
and it feels good,
it feels good...we should do this more.

I can't see your ears no more
I fell in love with you when your hair was still short
but now you've gone and matured
and I think someday you'll cut it
like we cut it short.

I can still see your face
although the years may have forced some change
and I know I'm no longer the same
and I hope I don't show it.
I hope I don't show it
but my heart's the same.

One by one they come and pass
in pairs of two we know we can't last
and I hope I don't show it (oooh)
but my heart's the same.

Promise, Promise Sweetheart
Fingers round in time
fingers round each other
and all of this in time
But the cold ain't so cold
when you hold,
yourself to me.