I'm staring into the looking-glass
All I can see is your smile
I'll be waiting for my darling
I'll be waiting for a while
Your sundial sits on my mantelpiece
I turn to it seven times a day
I'll be waiting for my darling
And then I'll be on my way
My white horse gallops in your garden house
Tells me I've gone insane
But I love you and I know not of much
More inside my brain
When it's cold outside we call to each other
Things seems clearer, don't they?
I'm looking into that gallant, gallant place
I see you standing all alone
I'll be waiting for my darling
I'll be taking you back home
I'm looking into the looking glass
All I can see is your soul
I'll be waiting for my darling
I'll be true I hope you know
When it's cold outside we call to each other
Things seem clearer, don't they?