Heat of Passion - Will Champlin

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’r drivin away, with house up in flames

Like you’r 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