Christine - Glass Eye

Time has stolen you from me Christine

He stared down at her hand barely seen

Only the chilling hands of time

Who’d have turned these hands on to lines

He held in his hand a metal ring

He said Christine how could you do this to me

Is there no magic in my vow

Is there no more to win this silver thing

We lay beneath the sky Christine

My man and I, when day was spent

Thieves in the desert spoke their place

And not one was silent

Time has stolen you from me Christine

As fate each prospects made with evening

Like a ghost you have withdrawn

Like two children you and time are gone