Here I am in your room going through your stuff.
Said you'd be gone five minutes, that's time enough.
Here in your drawer there's lacy things;
Old credit cards, beads, bangles and rings.
But I think I've found what I'm looking for
Hidden away at the back of the drawer;
Here's the life that you led before.
Old photographs of the life you led,
Arm in arm with Mr X, Y and Z.
Old boyfriends, big and small;
Got to see how I measure up to them all.
There is a place we all must start, love.
Who were you holding in that fond embrace?
I've found a door into your heart, love,
And do you still feel the warmth of Cold Kisses?
Here I am behind enemy lines
Looking for secrets, looking for signs.
Old boyfriends big and small,
Got to see how I measure up to them all.
This one's handsome, not too bright;
This one's clever with his hands alright,
Tougher than me if it came to a fight.
This one's a poet, bit of a wet,
A bit of a gypsy, a bit of a threat.
I wonder if she's got over him yet
Old passions frozen in the second;
Who were you holding in that fond embrace?
Hearts have a past that must be reckoned,
And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses?
Time to put the past away,
That's your footstep in the street I'd say.
Tie the ribbon back around it,
Everything just the way I found it.
I can hear you turn the key
And my head's buried when you see me
In a Margaret Millar mystery.
And do you still feel the warmth of Cold Kisses?
Do you still feel the warmth of Cold Kisses?
SECOND VERSION