There is a place. Underneath the staircase. Where I keep the evidence. Of what once would offer peace. In a deep blue velvet box filled with joy and pride. Should I pick the locks?. Should I peek inside?. Can I stand the sight of those happy days?. Should I strike a match burn them all away?. Cos you stole my bell. And you broke my chime. And the clock spins round but it won't keep time. There are many lovely girls in this cold and loveless world. But not one is the equal of you heaven knows how much I love you (x2). So here we are. But it's not quite like we thought. Those things were priceless then. Now I know they can't be bought. In a deep blue velvet box fastened with a pin. Should I lift the lid?. Should I look within?. Was it my last chance or my first mistake?. Is it just a step that we'll never take?. Cos you stole my bell. And you broke my chime. And the clock spins round but it won't keep time. There are many lovely girls in this cold and loveless world.