Ég hló þegar ég las þetta: Valentine Lost I'll let the music play while love lies softly bleeding. In heavy hands on shadowlands. As thunder clouds roll in sunset is receding. No summer wine - no Valentine. A tiger trapped inside a cage. An actor on an empty stage. Come see the show! Rock ‘n' roll can heal your soul when broken hearts lose all control. Some rivers still run dry and jungles burn to embers. Gold autumn days, must fade to grey. There is a reason why a haunted man remembers one...