Out In The Cold – Daniel Amos – letras

We were fumbling for wordson that strange desperate nightMy brain turned to sandwhen your hair caught the lightI laughed so harda little too muchThen we dropped off the edgewith only a touchNow I am out in the cold without youNow I am out in the cold without you, without youI was under some spelland I’m hung over nowon these treacherous curveswhere I lost you somehowWas it a dream?Was I such a fool?I was your saint,so bitter, so cruelNow I am out in the cold without youNow 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 tothat false promise landwhere I was nailed to the skyand you got blood on your handsbut I love you stillif that’s what it isI’m left with the chillfrom the last dying kiss