The warmth of the fire, and the small teapot
Our fingers pressed together, in a tightening bond
Windswept on a beach, and there's windmills in the sky
Deserted in the dead of the winter, save you and I
And we were so alone, in our little world
Free from all the noise
That makes it hard to hear
The angels of love, singing their song, singing it out
Are they singing it for us?
Are they singing it for us?
Or will we fall, like so many who've been here before?
And do I really love her?
Or am I wrong?
Only you can tell me that Oh Lord, only you can tell me that Oh Lord
Secluded little Valentines, huddled with some cheap old wine
Hiding neath a blanket of stars, our very own sublime
And we were so alone, in our little world
Free from all the noise
That makes it hard to hear
The angels of love, singing their song, singing it out
Are they singing it for us?
As I lay with you, on the bed we made for two
Sweetly we sang, those songs we barely knew
Those songs we barely knew