Your heart's breaking in melike i aint been broke beforeand 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 shortbut now you've gone and maturedand 
I think someday you'll cut itlike we cut it short.
I can still see your facealthough the years may have forced some changeand 
I know I'm no longer the sameand 
I hope I don't show it.
I hope I don't show itbut my heart's the same.
One by one they come and passin pairs of two we know we can't lastand 
I hope I don't show it (oooh)but my heart's the same.
Promise, Promise 
Sweetheart
Fingers round in timefingers round each otherand all of this in time
But the cold aint so coldwhen you hold,yourself to me.