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This is a song that I wrote back in 1995. I recorded it in 1995, and again in 1999 in a different key. This is the 1999 version. The song was written after a breakup from a girlfriend back at the end of 1994, and about an experience of sitting at a bar and drinking 7/7's. The "pile of straws" reference in the song is about the pile of straws that plled up after many drinks. The way to count the drink consumed was the count the tiny straws collected.
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Lyrics
Out in the depths of tragic love deaths
That's where you'll find my soul
There's no need to look far
But where ever you are
Don't go looking for
This damn cold
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
I let love take me too high
Then drop me too hard
It's like I've broken all of my bones
If you come to my rescue me gentle with me
Cause I've also broken my soul
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
So out in he cold dark fears of misery lane
That's where you'll find my face
Emptying troubles with some company
And replacing them back
At a never slowing pace
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
Ohhhhhh
Oh it's cold here in paradise
Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ahhhhhhhhh
Oh I want to go home
Ohhhhhh
Oh it's cold here in paradise
Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ahhhhhhhhh
Oh I want to go home
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
That's where you'll find my soul
There's no need to look far
But where ever you are
Don't go looking for
This damn cold
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
I let love take me too high
Then drop me too hard
It's like I've broken all of my bones
If you come to my rescue me gentle with me
Cause I've also broken my soul
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
So out in he cold dark fears of misery lane
That's where you'll find my face
Emptying troubles with some company
And replacing them back
At a never slowing pace
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
Ohhhhhh
Oh it's cold here in paradise
Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ahhhhhhhhh
Oh I want to go home
Ohhhhhh
Oh it's cold here in paradise
Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ahhhhhhhhh
Oh I want to go home
Well it's cold here in paradise
I want to try but I'll never get off the ice
A pile of straws won't protect me from the storm
Oh I want to go home
