Out in the Cold Songtext
von 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