Текст: Barbara Dickson. Other. In Search Of A Smile.

In search of a smile
I followed you from the gloomy night
And down off the street

The room in the crowd
Melted into the winter's cold
The welcoming light, a harbour at sea

You turned around at the bar-room door
I was a spy in your hungry eye
Why did you look at me
Through eyes of a stranger

There never will be
A new affair for me
With you so near and so far away

Your face in the cold
Seems so pale and yet so old
I notice the crowd had nothing to say

You turned around at the bar-room door
I was a spy in your hungry eye
Why did you look at me
Through eyes of a stranger

There never will be
A new affair for me
With you so near and so far away

Your face in the cold
Seems so pale and yet so old
I notice the crowd had nothing to say