Phoenix Love

I'm standing at the crossroads, and the wind's out of the north

And it moans and blows at a dying winter sun.

An' I don't know if Old Nick will come, or if we'll strike a deal

But a bitter chance is a better chance than none

And I'd sell my soul to hold you in my arms for just one night

I can't believe that something can be wrong that feels so right

I smell your skin, the touch that burns, the sweetness of your mouth

While the chills run up and down my spine and my dreams are flying south

The drifts like icy fingers, reach out to block my way

As all the doubts that grow here in my heart