Maybe somewhere else
Will not be half as cold as me
The curtains drawn the winter sun
Makes patterns on your face
It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise
Its the same
Baby wont you breathe
Hold me in your freezing arms before we have to go
Bent a little but its not because I know the truth
The windsheild of your little car is frosted through the glass
The clear heart of air appears as we shiver on the seats
Its the same
Treat it as a test
Baby wont you breathe
Its the same
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