Stop the clocks, its amazing
You should see the way the light dances off your hair
A million colours of hazel, golden and red
Saturday morning is fading
The suns reflected by the coffee in your hand
My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again
We were love drunk, waiting on a miracle
Trying to find ourselves in the winter snow
So alone in love like the world had disappeared
Oh, I wont be silent and I wont let go
I will hold on tighter til the afterglow
And well burn so bright til the darkness softly clears
Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
Afterglow (Cover)