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