Текст песни: 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

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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

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