Edwin McCain - Bitter chill

Sweet love is keeping a very close score She's cheated death more than one time The tears roll down her face and on to the floor The psychic's been reading her mind Women with secrets men with their rage The lines run deeper than words on the page Breeze through the window, it turns bitter chill Pretend we don't feel it, lie here real still Whispered in visions of new earth shine We volunteer to do nothing again The world falls around us all we can do is whine Living out the future of original sin Women with secrets men with their rage The lines run deeper than actors on the stage Breeze through the mountains turns bitter chill Pretend we don't feel it, lie here real still Well now follow me to the water Dive right through the film Swim in the madness, fulfill every whim Why worry about tomorrow that you'll never see Why talk about the children that will never be Give us this day our daily bread Forgive us our monstrosities No more stories of the Quick and the Dead The asphalt will burn with our liabilities