cold on a friday afternoon youre on the other side of the room even with the fire going strong its chilly when i think about us living all alone if i thought a million bucks could make you want to just stand up and walk into my love like before id rob a rich mans diamond mine and make you be my valentine say the word and ill be come a thief voice in the wind sings through the trees reminds me of the nights together you and me as we sit parted listening to the wind i think of you and hope youll want me once again