Love Is Always Risky Currency

Baby, how'd we get this far?
Not a snowball's chance in hell
Love is always risky currency
And hearts are always the hardest sell

Promises lay ribbons on the cutting room floor
And as far as i can tell
Bright & beautiful just fades to black
And hearts are always the hardest sell

Could be the air; could be the drink
And the prophets they see nothing, w/ even less to tell
The undertaker, well, he hardly has time to think
And hearts are always the hardest sell

Time to wake. Time to rise
You can hear the foreman's bell
Try to sing a psalm, but you're gonna hum the blues
'cause hearts are always the hard sell

Baby, how'd we get this far?
Not a snowball's chance in hell
Love is always heavy currency
And hearts are always the hard sell