Beth Stalker

The Killing Frost

Performed by Beth Stalker
Written by Jim Rawlings


So baby tell me, how'd we let this fire go out?

We're watching TV, at opposite ends of the couch.

We let our passion decline

A few degrees at a time


There's a cold wind blowing, a chill in my spine

Trees dropping leaves in the middle of July

If we ignore it come tomorrow this love will be lost

To The Killing Frost

The heat is busted, and I don't think that you even care

The mercury's falling, and I can see my breath in the air

We're freezing from the inside

I don't know if our love will survive...


So baby save your words,

I don't wanna fight

We need a lot less talking 

and more farenheit