Out in the Cold

Daniel Amos

We were fumbling for words
on that strange desperate night
My brain turned to sand
when your hair caught the light
I laughed so hard
a little too much
Then we dropped off the edge
with only a touch

Now I am out in the cold without you
Now I am out in the cold without you, without you

I was under some spell
and I'm hung over now
on these treacherous curves
where I lost you somehow
Was it a dream?
Was I such a fool?
I was your saint,
so bitter, so cruel

Now I am out in the cold without you
Now I am out in the cold without you, without you
(and I'm looking for some grace to pull me through)

No, I won't go back to
that false promise land
where I was nailed to the sky
and you got blood on your hands
but I love you still
if that's what it is
I'm left with the chill
from the last dying kiss