Will Champlin - Heat of Passion | Текст песни

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• Heat of Passion

You're counting on the bottom of a bloody river
tell me, who's gonna catch your soul
You're standin on the ledge of the bridge
Tell me, who's gonna pay your toll

A hundred feet high
With a fear in your eye
So who gonna push you in
What's done is done
The clock keeps tickin
The time is wearin down

You got blood on your face
With a conscience you dance
and you know it's the end of the road,
My friend
Oh, yes it is

You're carryin in your arms
The red stained rug
with the woman you called your love
Steppin on sorrow on your own last walk
for attention from above

You're drivin away, with house up in flames
like you're burning the pain
And the burnin still remains

What's done is done
In the heat of passion
Takin names in blood
Now the devil's laughin
Well tell us one thing you've found
That you can be proud
They wanted you dead
But you're one step ahead

Oh, in the heat of passion
In the heat of passion

Standin in the room with your wife and another
Oh, Oh what did you do
You caught 'er in he act
put a knife in your back
Well, you get even too

You hear your bed
It sticks your heart
You slip in to a whole lot of rage
So give your time to calm yourself
return to a different page

You can't take back the crime
Or go back in time
On helping you see
And know that it history

Oh, what's done is done
In the heat of passion
Takin names in blood
Now the devil's laughin

Well tell us one thing you've found
That you can't be proud
They wanted you dead
But you're one step ahead

And they took your love with a fine reaction
You're the midnight son, and your world is crashin

Your guilt is runnin around, so running you down
So when you were told, so your guilt set in stone
Oh, in the heat of passion

For the world, for the world ... ay ... ay .......

What's done is done
In the heat of passion
Takin names in blood
Now the devil's laughin

Well tell us one thing you've found
That you can't be proud
They wanted you dead
But you're one step ahead
In the heat of passion

Oh, oh in the heat of passion
You got blood on your hands, I see
For love of the History

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