Toad The Wet Sprocket

It this place that makes me fall from you
Forget the words that once rang so true
Did we expect that life was ever fair, my god...
I sowed a field of rose and reaped a whipping rod
And everything Ive held too tight inside
Could make a part of me die
And if my lips could only speak the name
The dam would break
What is this ice that gathers round my heart
To stop the flood of warmth before it even starts