Cold Kisses - Richard Thompson

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 and beads and bangles and rings

Well 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

And this one’s a poet, a bit of a wet

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

And 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