Phillips Every time I pass your place I get an image of your face And then I wonder what you're thinkin' of As I look through the mist to your window above And the clouds roll by But the silver has tarnished for me in the sky Minutes pass by and the mist starts drifting And the rain starts falling And the air gets cold And I try to move away But my feet won't let me They stay right there But I don't feel cold I feel old The wind is blowing and rain is pouring And the sky is a mass of roiling figures And their eyes flash fire And it streaks across the heavens And it sounds like a man being Torn to shreds by desire