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
Itīs the same [x6]
Baby wonīt you breathe
Hold me in your freezing arms before we have to go
Bent a little but itīs 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
Itīs the same [x6]
Treat it as a test [x2]
Baby wont you breathe [x2]
Itīs the same [x6]
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