Irons In The Fire – Robin Gibb

All my hair is grey
And I watch another day
Passing by the orchid of my age
So I’m older neither hand nor shoulder

Tapestries of you fallin’ to view
Irons in the fire
But my flames are getting higher
It seems I’m just a hopeless case without you

Without your face, I’m an empty place
Without your voice, I’m a helpless choice
Why am I still alive?
When you’re not there I can’t survive
Mentally on the hole you stole my soul

Still I will cry, for the night you’ve said goodbye
And every tear will clearly bear your name

Irons in the fire
But my flames are getting higher
It seems I’m just a hopeless case without you
Without your face, I’m an empty place
Without your voice, I’m a helpless choice