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
But only a touch
Now I'm out in the cold 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'm out in the cold 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