Текст песни: Bethany Dillon. Imagination. My Love Hasn't Grown Cold.

You, you shake your head, what is so hard to believe
When you, you are in your bed, I sing over you the sweetest things
Because oh, my love is does not tire, I'm awake when the moon is full
And I know the times when you feel lost and you just aren't sure

And lo and behold
My love hasn't grown cold for you

You could steal away in the middle of the night
And hide in the light of day
While you cloaked yourself in the darkest lies
But oh, my love, it swims in the deepest oceans of fear
And as soon as you lower your head, I, I am here

Lo and behold, my love hasn't grown cold
Oh lo and behold, my love hasn't grown cold
Yeah oh

If only you could see how heaven stills when you speak
I know all your days and I have wrapped you in mystery
And oh, my love for you is as wide as the galaxies
Just hold out your hand and close your eyes
And come, come be with me

And lo and behold, my love, oh yeah
Lo and behold, my love yeah, hasn't grown cold for you

It hasn't grown cold, oh it hasn't grown cold