Cold Wind Blowing Through My Window - 60's Vintage Soul Archive (By Vintage Whisper)

A vintage soul blues ballad where every breeze through an open window stirs memories of a love that's gone. Some nights, the cold outside isn't nearly as chilling as the emptiness left behind. #SoulBlues #VintageSoul #BluesMusic #ClassicSoul #SlowBlues #HeartbreakSong #SoulMusic #TimelessMusic New Album "To Love a Woman" now streaming on Spotify at the link https://open.spotify.com/album/76PufV... Also available on Amazon and Apple Music Lyrics (Verse 1) This old house is making different sounds tonight The floor remembers every step you used to take The kettle whistles for nobody now And my coffee's getting colder by the minute Your favorite curtains keep dancing in the darkness Like they're still waiting for your hands (Pre-Chorus) Funny how an empty room can find a voice When the one you love walks away (Chorus) Cold wind blowing through my window Carrying your memory wherever it goes It finds every corner where your laughter used to live And leaves this lonely heart with nowhere left to hide I keep reaching for a tomorrow that still has you While the night keeps passing me by (Verse 2) Your slippers are still waiting by the bedroom door Like they never heard you say goodbye The hallway holds your perfume a little longer Than my tired heart knows how to bear I keep listening for your key at the front door Even though I know it won't turn (Pre-Chorus) Hope has a way of staying late Long after reason has gone home (Chorus) Cold wind blowing through my window Carrying your memory wherever it goes It finds every corner where your laughter used to live And leaves this lonely heart with nowhere left to hide I keep reaching for a tomorrow that still has you While the night keeps passing me by (Bridge) If love could hear a whispered prayer I'd ask it for one more ordinary day Just one more cup of coffee together Before forever came our way (Final Chorus) Cold wind blowing through my window But I'm still leaving one light on for you Maybe one evening you'll remember this old house And the man who never stopped believing Until then I'll keep talking to the silence Like it still knows your name (Outro) The wind keeps calling... And every time it does... I almost believe it's you.